I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 206 - 168: The God of War, Babu (Combine Two into One)_3

He had accepted a church mission that didn’t necessarily require him to kill the enemies of the church himself; he only needed to strike the enemies to earn rewards based on his Contribution Degree.

So Rotten Persimmon planned to fleece Jack a bit.

If he couldn’t handle this NPC himself, couldn’t he at least strike at his ordinary human subordinates?

Although, Rotten Persimmon would often inexplicably recall the fear of being dominated by Jack’s corpse guarding.

He shook his head, trying not to think too much.

A few days later.

Rotten Persimmon left the rental house with his brothers, heading as usual to the sludge pools to level up by grinding monsters.

Passing by Denton Street, they suddenly encountered chaos.

About five or six players burst out of a grocery store on the street, each carrying valuable items in their arms, looking as though they had just completed a robbery.

The grocery store’s owner, a middle-aged man covered in blood, crawled out of the store door, screaming hysterically for help.

The neighboring coffee shop and bookstore had players dashing out of their doors as well, then converging with the other players, apparently part of the same group.

The coffee shop’s employees, all injured, screamed in panic.

Mr. Tao Te from the "Old Man’s Bookstore," with one side of his glasses broken and his face covered in blood, leaned against the door frame, his face full of anger.

The entire street was engulfed in chaos.

Two patrol soldiers happened to witness the scene and drew their short swords.

However, when they saw that the robbers were a gang and there were about fifteen to twenty of them, they instantly felt intimidated.

But since their swords were already drawn, putting them away would be too embarrassing, so the two patrol soldiers had to brace themselves and blew the alert whistle.

—— Bee! Bee!!

Then they held their short swords, standing tens of meters apart, confronting the players.

"Charge! Don’t be afraid! It’s just two guards!"

"Quick battle! Reinforcements will be attracted by the whistle soon!"

"Go!"

The players charged with murderous intent, shouting a few times as they rushed toward the two patrol soldiers.

The two soldiers were outnumbered and didn’t want to fight. But the players didn’t consider so much, only thinking of killing these two obstructing fellows and then fleeing.

Clang!

Splash!!

The players charged, and the two patrol soldiers gritted their teeth, swinging their swords and killing two players head-on.

Then the remaining players pulled out various rusty, poor-quality weapons to retaliate.

Clang, clang, bang!

Boom!

The patrol soldiers wore leather armor with iron plates and iron helmets, enduring the players’ concentrated attacks and only sustaining minor injuries.

But the players in low-level hemp robes, upon being hit by a sword, would be killed instantly.

"Brothers from God’s Love Guild! Help us! We’ll give you twenty percent of the stolen money!"

One of the leading players, seeing Rotten Persimmon and his group watching from not far away, shouted with a look of joy.

Rotten Persimmon raised an eyebrow, noticing that these players’ IDs all bore the mark "Shadow Speakers."

"Shadow Speakers" was a second-tier guild known for its reckless actions, which explained why they were robbing here.

"Too little, we want half!"

Rotten Persimmon thought for a moment and responded.

The leader of the Shadow Speakers grimaced, swung the cleaver in his hand, and chopped it onto the helmet of a patrol soldier, making a clanging sound.

The cleaver’s blade bent, but the helmet only dented.

The patrol soldier, startled, swung his sword fiercely and killed another player.

Seeing this, the leading player gritted his teeth and turned around.

"Thirty percent! That’s the most we can give!"

"Deal!"

Rotten Persimmon chuckled and pulled out his blunderbuss.

He turned to instruct his companions quickly, then led the charge forward.

The two soldiers, seeing more enemies join, couldn’t help but panic.

Bang!!

At close range, Rotten Persimmon raised his hand and fired.

After the loud bang, one soldier screamed and fell to the ground. His leather armor burst open, revealing the bloody mess beneath.

The nearby players quickly hacked him to death.

The other soldier, seeing this, turned and ran.

Bang!!

But Rotten Persimmon quickly reloaded and shot at his retreating figure.

The soldier was hit and plunged forward, his back soaked in red. Members of God’s Love Guild rushed forward to finish him off.

If Polaris had been there, he would have recognized that these two soldiers were the very ones who had extorted them before.

"Thank you..."

The remaining half of the players from the Shadow Speakers Guild gathered around.

A smile hung on Rotten Persimmon’s face as he was about to say something.

"You damn robbers! Murderers! The Sun will bring down punishment!"

Mrs. Caroline stood at the doorway, furiously scolding.

Her flower shop hadn’t opened today, luckily escaping a disaster. But the chaos lured her out to witness this scene.

"So noisy, you old hag."

A player from the Whisperer’s Guild, with a fierce look, fiercely threw the kitchen knife in his hand.

Miss Caroline’s eyes widened as she watched the rusty kitchen knife flying straight toward her.

Splat!

A frail figure blocked in front of Mrs. Caroline, and the knife chopped into his back.

Blood splattered, and Mrs. Caroline, to her surprise, saw that the person who blocked the knife for her was the bookstore owner, Mr. Tao Te.

"Mr. Tao Te, you...!"

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Mrs. Caroline covered her mouth.

"Miss Caroline..."

Mr. Tao Te’s face contorted in pain. His lips trembled, his old face twitching.

"It’s such a pity... I never got to have dinner with you... not even once."

With that, he collapsed in front of Mrs. Caroline.

Mrs. Caroline’s breath caught, and she was speechless.

This old friend, with whom she had spent many years, had died right in front of her, just like when she received the news of her husband and children’s deaths.

"Damn it, blocked it!"

The player who threw the knife grumbled.

He asked for another knife from a companion, chuckled sinisterly, and raised his hand, ready to throw again.

Just at that moment.

Woof woof!!

After two barks, the player suddenly felt pain in his thigh.

Looking down, he saw that somehow, a black and white Border Collie had reached his side, biting him.

"Get off! You dead dog!"

The player screamed in agony.

Babu let go, leaped up and took another bite, directly crushing his throat.

[You have died!]

The other players were startled.

Rotten Persimmon aimed his firearm, ready to shoot, but was shocked to find that with a flick of its body, the Border Collie darted far away and killed another player with a bite.

"There’s something off about this dog!"

Rotten Persimmon exclaimed in alarm.

The Border Collie was very fast, and its aggression was incredibly strong, hardly resembling a normal dog.

The players from the Whisperer’s Guild were quickly decimated by Babu, leaving only two or three panic-stricken individuals who threw down the things they had taken and turned to run.

But they had not run a few steps before the Border Collie caught up with them, killing two with a couple of bites.

Rotten Persimmon’s group also suffered several casualties, his face grim, he aimed and fired a shot at the Border Collie.

Bang!

Unfortunately, the dog was too fast and only suffered a graze on one leg.

Howl!

"Oh! My Babu! Poor child!"

Mrs. Caroline showed an expression of sorrow. She remained crouching, supporting Mr. Tao Te’s body, looking toward the wounded Border Collie.

Because of the leg injury, Babu’s speed decreased slightly, but the players still were no match for him.

Having ingested the "Low Sequence Conspiracy Faction Mysterious Substance" provided by Chen Lun, its physical condition had enhanced, and its Agility Attribute was twice that of these players.

Plus, it was less noticeable, and if you weren’t careful, it would vanish from sight.

Rotten Persimmon watched as the dog, like a war god, continued to kill one player after another. He had killed at least ten people!

"Let’s go! Don’t get entangled here any longer,"

Rotten Persimmon called out.

They had used up their resurrection counts on the train; if they died here, they would be forced to log out.

"We will take care of this dog next time!"

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Scattered players, following Rotten Persimmon, fled as the Border Collie’s leg injury grew worse, not sufficient to continue the chase.

It panted, its mouth bloody.

Crouching in front of Mrs. Caroline, it watched as Rotten Persimmon and his group fled.

"Babu, good boy..."

Mrs. Caroline was highly moved, her eyes brimming with tears.

Suddenly, she noticed Babu limping toward the end of the street.

"Babu, where are you going?"

Mrs. Caroline asked.

The Border Collie stopped, looked back at her, then turned and continued to leave.

That direction was toward the Inner City District.