“He actually dares to show himself?”
Dorton narrowed his eyes. He had thought that Zhou Jing was the murderer who had killed his accomplice, one of the only remaining resistance forces in the city.
He gave his companions a look, and seven or eight people immediately leaped up and jumped onto the burning houses on both sides of the street. They avoided the flames and checked their surroundings to confirm that there was no ambush.
Seeing his accomplice’s affirmative gesture, Dorton could not help but look puzzled.
There’s only one person blocking the way. Does this person have a hundred million points added to his arrogance attribute?
Does he think that breathing was too tiring and wanted to retire from life altogether?
Dorton sized up Zhou Jing with renewed interest and said, “You’re not a hunter from Deep Rock City, right? I’ve never seen you before.”
“What a coincidence. I’ve never seen you before either.”
Zhou Jing casually waved his saber but did not rush forward immediately.
The characteristics of the person who spoke matched the information given by the captive. He was probably the leader who had undergone three enhancements, Dorton, and could exchange blows with him. Moreover, the other party had the advantage in numbers. More than 20 people were well-trained Mutant Blood Warriors, so they were not easy to deal with.
He had been scouting the surroundings previously and was already a distance away from the stronghold. When he heard the sound of messy footsteps, he realized that there was a large group of bandits. Seeing that this group of people was rushing back to the stronghold, he appeared to intercept them. He planned to buy some time for his teammates to transfer the hostages, so he did not mind chatting with them to delay them further.
Although it was a little rash to intercept them alone, Zhou Jing had considered everything before he appeared. With his speed, he could come and go as he pleased. At the very least, he could make the enemy eat his fart. If he could lure this group of people to chase after him, that would be even better.
… Of course, if this group of people could not take a beating, he could only reluctantly kill them all.
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Dorton shook his head and didn’t mind Zhou Jing’s background. He leaned on his own scimitar and tilted his head curiously. “So what are you doing? Do you want to fight so many of us alone?”
“Yes, stand there obediently. You’ve already been surrounded by me.” Zhou Jing raised an eyebrow in a defiant manner.
Dorton couldn’t help but laugh. He felt that this person in front of him was really humorous.
He did not take it to heart. Instead, he felt that Zhou Jing was courageous. He smiled and said, “I’ll give you a chance. Join us.”
Zhou Jing’s eyes widened as he stared at Dorton as if he wanted to see through his skull to see if this man had suffered from some sort of brain damage.
We haven’t even made a move yet, and you want me to surrender? Isn’t this too childish? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll pretend to surrender and betray you?
Is he so down bad that he would jump and settle for anyone and everyone?
Seeing Zhou Jing’s puzzled expression, Dorton stabbed the scimitar into the ground. Then, he opened his arms and said loudly,
“We trained hard and risked our lives to take the blood potion. In the end, we finally obtained power with difficulty. However, this power was used to serve those who were far weaker than us… You’ve also thought about it, right? We hunted mutant beasts time and time again, and every time, it might be the end of our lives, but our goal was only to protect those civilians that we do not know nor care about. Why should we risk our lives for some strangers?”
Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows in response, “So?”
Dorton grinned, revealing his white teeth. His tone rose and fell.
“We clearly have power beyond that of mortals, but this world is still controlled by weak people. Those in power don’t dare to take the risk to obtain power themselves, so they let others take the risk and set rules for us. They can safely use these supernatural powers by controlling us.
We have the ability to subvert the world and enslave mortals, but in the end, we are bound by so-called order and morality and have our claws and teeth ground flat… The honor of mutant beast hunters is just a group of domesticated experts who have been instilled with propaganda. Join us, and you will understand how comfortable it is to break free from all shackles.”
“Heh, you think too highly of yourself.” Zhou Jing sneered.
Although he was indifferent to the speech made by Dorton…
The other villains became extremely excited as if they had been encouraged. They cheered at the side.
The more Dorton spoke, the more excited he became.
“You know what happened in White Plains Town more than half a year ago, right? That hunter called Jason was the role model for implementing this principle. He was the first person to dare to assassinate the lord, and it was precisely because he broke the invisible shackles that power brought him. Although he failed in the end, he proved to the world that the rules and morals set by the weak were just bubbles that could be broken with a poke! We don’t have to abide by them at all!”
Zhou Jing did not expect to suddenly hear his “name.” His expression turned strange.
This thug was actually his “fan”?
“What nonsense is this? It’s none of my business.”
The corners of Zhou Jing’s mouth twitched, but his mentality did not waver. Even if he used his previous deeds as an example, he would not feel the slightest bit of guilt.
Burning, killing, and plundering were all caused by desire. That was a personal problem, and he would not take the blame.
At this moment, Dorton stretched out his hand to Zhou Jing and smiled.
“Come, become our brother, and feel the aura of freedom together.”
Zhou Jing looked at Dorton’s hand and felt helpless.
Why is this person so dramatic?
Does he think that after giving a speech on philosophy and then shaking his body, others would bow down to him?
“Speaking of freedom, I think I’d feel more free if I cut you down.”
Zhou Jing was not even interested in arguing with this twisted logic. He strode forward in large steps.
“What a pity. Since we can’t become brothers, I can only send you to die.”
Dorton shook his head, drew his scimitar, and casually waved it. The twenty or so Mutant Blood Warriors beside him immediately raised their weapons to face Zhou Jing.
Both sides gradually accelerated, getting closer and closer to the burning street.
Pang!!
Zhou Jing’s feet landed lightly on the ground. Suddenly, the muscles in his legs exerted strength, and the ground cracked with a bang.