F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 211 Is this... really that hard to understand?

The entire room fell silent.

It was a silence so profound that even breathing seemed to be sucked out, a frozen stillness.

All eyes were fixed on the two figures in the center of the square, like iron filings drawn to a magnet.

"Did I...did I hear that right?"

"What did that kid just say?"

"He said... Thor was blocking his way?"

After a brief silence, a burst of suppressed whispers erupted from the crowd, as if they were looking at idiots.

crazy!

This kid from the East is absolutely insane!

Does he know who he's facing?

That's Thor!

He is widely recognized as a top contender in this death game.

Even if he were just standing there without moving, let alone blocking the way, it would be a blessing!

You're a complete newbie who looks like you haven't even reached the first level of training. What right do you have to make him give way to you?

On the hovercraft, Zhao Hu, who had been observing the situation below through the porthole, nearly popped his eyes out when he saw this scene.

"This...this idiot! What is he trying to do?!"

Zhao Hu let out a low growl instinctively, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.

He couldn't understand why the young lady would place her hopes on such an arrogant fool!

This isn't just arrogance; it's offering your face up and begging to be hit!

Mu Wanqing remained silent.

She simply stood quietly by the window, her deep, peach-blossom eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

But the knuckles of her fingers, which were holding the wine glass, turned slightly white from the excessive force.

She didn't expect it either.

Chen Yifan interpreted his own words, "I can't lose face," in such a primitive, crude, and even provocative way.

"Get ready to go down."

Mu Wanqing's voice remained completely calm.

She couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

Chen Yifan was her choice; the game hasn't even started yet, she can't let it end like this.

not to mention……

Recalling the man's strange behavior in the dungeon, a strange feeling flashed through Mu Wanqing's mind.

"Young Miss, you..."

"Wait a little longer!"

Mu Wanqing raised her hand to stop Zhao Hu.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu swallowed all his words.

on the square.

Wang Fugui's brain has completely shut down.

He stood frozen in place, his entire body of fat taut like stone, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

What on earth is Fanzi up to?!

He subconsciously took half a step forward, and the tiger totem shield in his hand quietly appeared, enveloping his entire body in a thick, earthy yellow halo.

No matter what Fanzi wants to do, Wang Fugui will die today, even if it means dying before his brothers!

Lin Xiaoyu did not move.

But beneath her sleeves, several dark red vines, thinner than a strand of hair, had silently burrowed into the ground from her hands hanging at her sides, like living venomous snakes.

She believed in Chen Yifan.

He has his reasons for everything he does.

What she has to do is deliver the most fatal blow when necessary.

For the first time, Thor, the god of thunder at the center of the storm, showed a look of astonishment on his chiseled face.

He lowered his head, his eyes, bluer than the sky, flashing with dangerous light, as he looked down at the boy who was two heads shorter than him.

He wasn't even too lazy to get angry.

Because an ant is not worthy of angering a lion.

He just thought...it was funny.

"Kid."

His voice seemed to roll in from the depths of thunderclouds, each word carrying a heavy sense of oppression, making one's eardrums buzz.

"Do you know what? The last person who dared to talk to me like that, his ashes are still hanging on the wall of my family's estate as decoration."

The men behind him all wore cruel smiles, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at Chen Yifan.

In their eyes, this young man from the East was already a dead man.

However, Chen Yifan seemed completely oblivious to the terrifying pressure that was enough to make ordinary professionals kneel down on the spot.

He even thought about it very seriously, and then nodded.

"Your hobby..." he commented, "is quite unique!"

"puff--"

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He quickly covered his mouth tightly, afraid of incurring the wrath of the enraged Thor.

Thor's astonishment finally turned into a gloomy expression.

"I'll give you three seconds." Thor's voice turned cold, and the frequency of the electric arcs in the surrounding air suddenly increased, making crackling sounds.

"Disappear from my sight."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind adding another new decoration to my collection."

The threat of death felt so real.

Wang Fugui's heart was in his throat. He was ready to activate "Immovable as a Mountain" at any moment and withstand Thor's first wave of attacks.

At this moment, Chen Yifan sighed.

The smile on his face also faded, replaced by a troubled expression.

He reached out and pointed behind Thor to the enormous steel gate that led to the "Cage of the Winners".

"Big brother, look!"

His tone was as if he were explaining to an unreasonable child why one plus one equals two.

"That's a door, right?"

"If we want to go in, we have to go through the door, right?"

"Look at you, and your gang of brothers, blocking the door completely. If we want to get through, we either have to step over you, or we'll have to ask you to move aside."

He shrugged, looking helpless.

"I think it would be impolite to step over you."

"So, I'll have to trouble you to move your esteemed steps a little."

"Is this... so hard to understand?"

The entire square fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone stared at Chen Yifan with expressions of utter disbelief.

Thor was also rendered speechless by his bizarre logic.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had encountered a player who didn't play by the rules.

Hitting them is wrong, scolding them is wrong.

You talk to him about strength, he talks to you about reason.

You talk to him about rules, and he talks to you about manners.

What the hell is this thing?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, a hearty laugh came from another direction.

A burly black man dressed in South American tribal attire, his body covered in paint, slapped his thigh and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Interesting! So interesting!"

He pointed at Chen Yifan and said to his companion, "I like this Eastern kid! He's much more interesting than you guys who always have such a stern face!"

The loud laughter broke the deadlock.

Thor's face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

He felt like a general preparing to use a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito, with all his strength but no outlet.

He stared intently at Chen Yifan, his blue eyes flashing with lightning.

Kill him?

Just for a simple "blocking the way"?

Kill a seemingly helpless "psychopath" in full view of everyone?

That would only make him, Thor, a laughingstock.

not kill him?

Are we just going to let him pass like that?

Where is Thor's majesty then?

Just as he was caught in a dilemma.

"Boom—Rumble—Rumble—"

The tightly closed steel gate emitted a heavy rumble as it slowly rose upwards.

A chaotic stench, a mixture of blood, decay, and sulfur, wafted out from the dark city behind the door.

The game is about to begin.

"Oh, the door is open."

Chen Yifan sighed again and said in a regretful tone.

"It seems there's no time for you to tell me the story of the decorations on your walls, brother."

After saying that, he didn't look at Thor again.

With his hands in his pockets, he strode slowly through the gap less than half a meter wide between Thor and his men.

The fleeting moment when we brushed past each other.

Thor could even smell the fresh scent of cheap shower gel emanating from the boy, as if he had just taken a shower.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Yifan did not release even the slightest bit of spiritual energy fluctuation.

He really was just like an ordinary person passing by.

Lin Xiaoyu immediately followed.

Wang Fugui, due to his large size, had to turn to the side.

He dared not provoke Thor.

He could only force one of the other party's attendants to stumble.

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'can't you see the door is open?'... If you don't hurry, you'll miss the number two bus!"

Before the other party could react, Wang Fugui retorted directly.

Immediately, he jogged a few steps to catch up with Chen Yifan.

Just moments before, as he passed by Thor, the terrifying killing intent that seemed to solidify into an ice spike sent shivers down his spine.

But he still stood up straight.

I must not lose face, Fanzi!

Without looking back, he stepped through the giant gate leading to hell with Chen Yifan and Lin Xiaoyu.

Until the three figures were completely swallowed up by the darkness behind the door.

The crowd in the square seemed to awaken from a dream.

All eyes were drawn to Thor.

He remained standing in the same spot, completely still.

His handsome face was expressionless.

But everyone could clearly see that the ground beneath his feet, scorched black by lightning, cracked silently with a "crack" and spread for dozens of meters.

"Boss..." a subordinate began in a trembling voice, "Should we...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The hovercraft's hatch opened again.

Mu Wanqing and Zhao Hu walked down slowly, one after the other.

The moment Thor saw Mu Wanqing, the lightning in his eyes vanished instantly, and he no longer cared about Chen Yifan, who had already disappeared.

"Need not."

He left behind a calm yet chilling statement.

"There's plenty of time in the game. I'll grind them into mincemeat, inch by inch."

After speaking, he put on a warm smile, opened his arms, and went to greet Mu Wanqing.

"Oh, my beautiful Miss Mu..."