Muscular Rabbits Legion: 'No one can escape from the novice village!'-Chapter 165 - 163: Good Rabbit, Believer in Buddha, Doesn’t Fight

Chapter 165 -163: Good Rabbit, Believer in Buddha, Doesn’t Fight

“Boss, then do I tell him we won’t get involved?” the Groundhog asked.

Yi Zheng said, “Go ahead…”

The Groundhog immediately ran out and stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon, shouting at the Evil King, “My boss said, no involvement! You can go back now.”

The Evil King clearly did not expect that after sending a letter of over a thousand words, the other side would just reply with two words, no involvement!

Just as the Groundhog was about to leave, the Evil King, noticing the Groundhog’s wobbly, hooligan-like figure, had a stroke of inspiration and called out, “Could you tell your boss one more thing for me? It’s none of his business if players fight, but not paying protection fees or venue usage fees and not paying their respects on his turf, that’s a lack of respect for him! Your boss may not care about the players’ lives and deaths, but does he not care about his own face?”

Upon hearing this, the Groundhog suddenly turned back, glaring murderously with his little green bean eyes, and ran back, angrily saying, “What did you say? Say that again!”

The Evil King wondered if the Groundhog had a screw loose—what was it snapping at him for? Was it about to pick a fight with him in a sudden fit of rage? Nevertheless, the Evil King repeated himself.

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Then the Groundhog scratched its head, looking as if in great pain, and eventually, out of sheer exasperation, slapped his head and shouted, “I can’t remember, you… write it down!”

Only then did the Evil King realize that the fellow’s frenzy wasn’t due to anger, but because he couldn’t remember!

When the Groundhog delivered the note to Yi Zheng once again, Yi Zheng read it and waved his hand, saying, “Tell him we are all Good Beasts; we believe in Buddha. We don’t fight, brawl, kill, or eat meat. As for turf and protection fees, we don’t care about that. Tell him to hurry on his way.”

As the Groundhog stared at him with wide green bean eyes, Yi Zheng felt his whole body bristle: “What… what are you looking at?”

The Groundhog, fuming, exclaimed, “Boss, it’s too long; I can’t remember it! How about you write a note too?”

Yi Zheng: “…”

Yi Zheng then turned and called out, “Groundhog King!”

The Groundhog King scurried over, giving his subordinate a kick to the side, “Boss, don’t bother; just give me the note, and I’ll read it to him.”

Yi Zheng: “…”

Eventually, Yi Zheng was convinced that he did not know about other places, but the Groundhog in his own house not only had a poor memory but was also a bit slow-witted.

Yi Zheng found a piece of Commoner clothing to use as paper, and after forcing the Groundhog King to let blood from his tail, he insisted the Groundhog King straighten his tail to use as a pen, then crafted a note.

Throughout the process, the Groundhog King only had one thing to say: “Boss, write less, write less, I’ve got a decent memory…”

Before the Groundhog King nearly passed out from too much blood loss, Yi Zheng finished and handed over the clothing to him, saying, “Go ahead.”

The Groundhog King looked at the blood writing on the Commoner’s clothing, tears streaming down; his already poor eyesight worsened due to the blood loss. Staggering and whimpering, he walked on, crying, “This is all my blood… such a huge loss, such a huge loss!”

Before long, the Evil Krief. The sight made the Evil King anxious, thinking to himself: Could it be that their boss had died? But that couldn’t be right; even if he died, he could resurrect. Why the deep sorrow?

When the Evil King saw the blood writing, his face twisted oddly, “Big brother, it’s just passing a message; was the blood writing really necessary?”

With a pitiful cry, the Groundhog King exclaimed, “We don’t have paper and pen, what else could we use to write for you?!”

The Evil King awkwardly touched his nose, quickly picking up the clothing to take a closer look.

Reading the cockroach-like scrawl, the Evil King felt the few drops of ink in his stomach being severely tested. After decoding it letter by letter, he finally understood the content, at which his face turned black and he counse?”

The Groundhog King insisted righteously, “How should I know? I certainly didn’t kill you. It was some other Bunny carrying me who beat you all to death.”

The Evil King: “…”

Taking a deep breath, the Evil King suppressed the rage in his heart and then said, “Just a few sentences, couldn’t you have simply passed the message? Was there really a need for a blood letter?”

Upon hearing this, the Groundhog King looked at the blood letter. He felt a pang of heartache and then, enraged and embarrassed, he bellowed, “Who would write a note if they could remember? Get lost!”

Evil King: “…”

The Evil King had thought that Rabbit would definitely take action, but Rabbit stubbornly refused to show up, so he went back to Vermilion Bird City feeling dejected and disheartened…

Watching the Evil King’s retreating figure, the Groundhog King ran back to Yi Zheng’s side and said, “Boss, that guy’s gone.”

Yi Zheng nodded, handed the Long Spear he was holding to a rabbit in front of him, and said, “Well, he’s gone, and good riddance. Honestly, we’re just a bunch of unarmed, powerless little rabbits from Newbie Village, and he actually asks us to fight. How dare he make such an impolite request to us cute Little Bunnies! What does he think we are, huh? Right, brothers?”

On the hillside, an aith blood-red Big Cloaks fluttering in the wind!

Each of them had muscles ready to burst, fierce expressions, bloodthirsty eyes, and they lifted their White Bone Spears high, roaring in unison, “Right!”

Beneath them, the Giant Bears wearing spider silk woven into the style of Fake Heavy Armor, and the Heavy Cavalry rabbits holding dual-tip Spears tied together;

Further away, the Wolf Cavalry carrying Groundhogs, dressed in Golden Light Armor styled after Light Armor woven from spider silk;

And leading them, Bomb Chickens clad in golden armor and wearing crowns;

The snakes, looking as if they were encased in gold suits, followed in roaring unison, “Right!”

The murderous aura shook the heavens, and their roar was like thunder!

Yi Zheng then said, “Brothers! Who owns Vermilion Bird City’s turf?”

“We do!” everyone shouted in unison.

Yi Zheng asked again, “If someone wants to set up a stall or fight on our turf, do they have to pay a protection fee?”

“Yes!”

“What if they don’t pay?”

“Beat them up!” everyone shouted in unison.

Yi Zheng gave a thumbs-up and said, “Now there’s a group that wants to fight on our turf, what do we do?”

“Beat them up!”

“Then what are you staring at, everyone’s ordered, let’s move out!”

“Roar!”

The next moment, the army of one million, four hundred and forty-four thousand set off in a mighty procession.

On the road, Zi Xing, puzzled, looked at Yi Zheng, “Boss, if we’re going to step in, why did you tell that player we wouldn’t go?”

Yi Zheng asked, “What did Sun Tzu say?”

Zi Xing bout?”

Yi Zheng slapped him on the head, “That’s not your Sun Tzu, that’s a predecessor! Mind your words.”

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