Zheng Tian was stunned for a few seconds before slowly coming back to her senses.
She finally remembered the enthusiasm Ma Dafu showed when sending Ren Zhong off that night and realized.
Oh! Really, why was I panicking.
The affairs of the network king are none of my concern.
Scared me to death, I almost thought he’d explode out of anger like Wen Lei.
Turns out he had already thought about his way out before making a move.
Since Ren Zhong didn’t go out hunting with the team this time, everyone hadn’t gotten a chance to see his high-minded, wise-beyond-comparison demeanor.
Zheng Tian’s imagination came a bit late and was somewhat weakened, but better late than never.
While the group was discussing, the Hunters came roaring in.
The group hurriedly retreated to the side, watching the Hunters expertly open the cover, take the goods, and leave.
After finishing, the Hunter didn’t immediately ascend into the sky, but only slightly lifted higher, heading to another alleyway, probably because someone had just died there as well. Busy work for it.
Once the Hunters left, Wen Lei was reluctantly dragged away by Zheng Tian.
Ren Zhong didn’t hurry to leave. After all, he’d already killed someone, it wouldn’t make sense not to loot the corpse.
He bent down to remove the temporary wrist watch on the right hand of the burly man with the surname Huang, putting it on his left hand, trying to read the wealth balance.
Damn, there’s a password, what a pity.
"Bro, I know his password."
The sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Ren Zhong and said.
One of his feet was just stepping on the celestial cap of the burly man with the surname Huang that the Hunter had thrown on the ground.
At that moment, he tapped his toe as if wiping phlegm on the ground, whether intentionally or not.
Ren Zhong narrowed his eyes, "You even know the password? Were you his partner?"
"How could that be! Bro, don’t I look like that!"
Ren Zhong nodded, "You don’t look like it; you were trying to help her before."
Ren Zhong pointed to the girl who was still lying beside, completely scared silly.
Ren Zhong thought, this man may look detestable, but his heart wasn’t completely rotten.
The sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man sighed and gave a thumbs-up, "Hey. Bro, you really have sharp eyes, seeing through me in one glance."
"Don’t fool around, let’s talk business. So, what’s his password, and how do you know it?"
The Guards hadn’t arrived, yet Ren Zhong, this street thug, was interrogating people instead.
The sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man’s eyes twitched, "We grew up together. When we started scavenging at around ten years old, we each told the other our passwords. We agreed that if one of us died, the other could continue using the dead one’s money, so it wouldn’t be wasted by being recovered."
"Then you two should be brothers for life, why don’t you want to avenge him?"
"I only wished for his death."
"I never had any talent as a Professional, lived half my life as a Scavenger, just a useless person surviving by sheer toughness. He was different. Last year, he tested his brain-machine synchronization rate and started preparing to become a Mecha warrior. Then... he needed money, I don’t have to say more, do I? Bro, look at my clothes? And these ribs."
Ren Zhong curiously asked, "Then why didn’t he kill you?"
The sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man shrugged, "Because I’m cowardly enough. If he wanted me to go east, I wouldn’t go west. I even occasionally gave him money. How could he bear to kill me?"
Ren Zhong asked again, "Then how do you know he didn’t change his password?"
"He said he changed it. But I don’t think he did because changing the password costs 10 Contribution Points. He hadn’t even saved enough for a First Level Exoskeleton, why would he spend money pointlessly? He knew I wouldn’t dare touch him."
Ren Zhong: "Makes sense."
"Then let me try, there’s no loss anyway."
Ren Zhong: "How will you split it?"
"I’ll take twenty percent, you take eighty."
After the transfer was completed, 61.2 points were credited to Ren Zhong’s account, bringing the balance to 429.11.
Just as the two were dividing the spoils, people from each household in the alley started pouring out and gathering around.
Ren Zhong initially thought these people were simply there to watch, just like every other time before.
Unexpectedly, he saw excitement in the eyes of these indifferent souls of the lower rung.
"Dead? This scum really died?"
"Hahahahaha! Dead, huh! Good riddance!"
"Finally, he’s dead!"
The sharp-nosed, monkey-faced man happily kicked the celestial cap underfoot into the crowd.
The crowd immediately began cheering, each taking a kick like playing soccer, one older kid even made it curl.
Men and women embraced each other, sobbing bitterly, crying out as the grievances in their hearts poured like a flood.
Ren Zhong perked his ears and listened for a few seconds to what the man and woman were sobbing about, realizing that the barely attractive woman had long been taken advantage of by the boisterous demeanor of the burly man with the surname Huang, taken whenever he pleased and discarded when not.