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

Chapter 242 This person clearly appears to be doing a good deed.

The messenger had a very loud voice.

Some people who were unaware of the situation were suddenly taken aback upon hearing this.

Thor is dead?

This name represents an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of all participants who step into the "Cage of the Winners".

He is the default seed player in this game.

They are also among the favorites to win the championship.

But now, this mountain has collapsed?

Moreover, judging from the way it looks, he was pushed down by someone.

Mu Wanqing's brows, which had just relaxed because of the mountain of chips, instantly furrowed again.

A flash of cold anger crossed her alluring peach blossom eyes.

Why didn't they come earlier or later?

It just so happened that it came when she was about to secure the victory.

"Explain clearly, what exactly happened?"

Mu Wanqing's voice was completely calm.

But those who know her well know that beneath this calm lies a volcano about to erupt.

The person who rushed in was panting heavily, his face full of panic.

"It's...it's the North American branch! Leading them is 'Warhawk' Patton! He...he brought at least fifty skilled men, and they've completely surrounded this place!"

"He said... Thor was the future hope of their North American chapter, and now he's died under mysterious circumstances; they demand an explanation!"

"Explain?"

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Mu Wanqing's lips.

"The rule of the 'Cage of the Winners' is that there are no rules. If you die, you can only blame yourself for being outmatched. Who does Patton think he is, daring to come to me demanding an explanation?"

Old K, standing to the side, added with a grave expression:

"Young Miss, Barton is a notorious madman in the North American branch. His strength has reached the threshold of the third rank, and he is extremely protective of his own. Thor was someone he personally promoted, and now that Thor is dead, he will definitely not let this go."

"He's trying to use this as an excuse to make trouble. Besides, what evidence does he have that we did it?"

Mu Wanqing said this, but she certainly understood what he meant.

Thor's death was just an excuse.

The other party's real purpose in coming here was to obtain the more than eight hundred empty chips that she suddenly had in her hand, chips that could decide the outcome of the battle.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu both stood up instinctively, their faces filled with tension.

Zhao Hu placed his hand on his shield, staring at the doorway with an unfriendly gaze.

These North American bastards really don't take their East Asia chapter seriously!

Only Chen Yifan remained lazily leaning back in his chair, even pouring himself a glass of red wine and swirling it gently.

He was just worried about how to extricate himself from the "killing Thor" incident, and now, someone has taken the initiative to set the stage for him.

"Young Miss, what should we do now?"

Old K asked for instructions.

"Should we... activate the highest level of defense and take shelter for the time being?"

"avoid?"

Mu Wanqing sneered and stood up from the sofa. Her tight black combat suit accentuated her breathtaking curves.

A queen-like aura instantly enveloped the entire hall.

"In my dictionary, Mu Wanqing, there is no word for 'avoidance'."

"He wants an explanation, right? Then I'll give him one."

She turned around, her gaze sharp as a knife, and fixed on Chen Yifan.

"Come on, come with me."

Chen Yifan shrugged, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and stood up.

"I'd be happy to help."

Zhao Hu looked at Mu Wanqing's unwavering back and then at Chen Yifan beside her, who looked completely indifferent, and his heart pounded.

This...this means we're going to have to go head-to-head?

They came prepared!

"Young Miss!" Zhao Hu couldn't help but ask, "Just...just the few of us?"

Mu Wanqing stopped in her tracks. She didn't turn around, but simply said:

"Having a large number of people doesn't always make a difference."

After saying that, she took long strides and walked straight toward the door.

Old K followed closely behind.

Chen Yifan winked at Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu, signaling them to follow, and then he followed along in a nonchalant manner.

Seeing this situation, Wang Fugui felt extremely uneasy.

"Fanzi, this...is this going to work?" He leaned closer to Chen Yifan and lowered his voice. "They outnumber us and have the upper hand. Aren't we just going to our deaths?"

"rest assured."

Chen Yifan patted him on the shoulder and laughed carefree.

"We're not going there to fight."

"We're going there... to reason with them."

"Besides..."

He turned his gaze to Mu Wanqing's retreating figure.

"Perhaps... there's some other trick up their sleeve!"

……

Outside the shops.

The streets were blocked off.

Thirty-odd professionals from the North American chapter, their combat boots clattering heavily and rhythmically on the rubble.

They were all dressed in the North American chapter's tactical uniforms, their weapons gleaming with a cold, psionic light, and their eyes were fierce.

The leader was a burly white man who was over two meters tall and had a build as imposing as a brown bear.

He had a shaved head, a thick beard on his chin, and crisscrossing scars on his face, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Battle Axe" Patton.

He just stood there.

A violent, bloody aura made the surrounding air thick and sticky.

Even the asphalt road beneath his feet was cracking and splitting into jagged fissures under the oppressive force of his unrestrained aura.

"Click."

Mu Wanqing pushed open the door, her figure appearing exceptionally thin under the massive shadow of Barton.

Old K silently moved half a step to the side, blocking Mu Wanqing's side and front, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly due to extreme vigilance.

Upon seeing the newcomer, a glint of undisguised greed and desire flashed in Barton's eyes.

But he quickly suppressed this emotion and put on a look of utter grief and anger.

"Mu Wanqing!" His voice, like rolling thunder, boomed through the street. "You've finally come out!"

"Thor, my child, my pride! How did he die?! You must give me an explanation!"

His stern questioning evoked a sense of shared hatred and indignation among all the members of the North American branch present.

Mu Wanqing looked at his exaggerated acting with a look full of mockery.

"Barton, I think you've got one thing wrong."

Her voice was cold.

"This is the 'Cage of the Winners,' not your backyard."

"Here, life and death are preordained, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. Thor's death only proves that he was not skilled enough."

"Besides! You've come to my place to mourn? Have you come to the wrong place?"

"you!"

Barton was speechless for a moment, stunned by her words.

He immediately flew into a rage.

"What a sharp-tongued woman! Do you think I would have come looking for you without evidence?"

He waved his hand, and someone immediately handed him a tablet computer.

A blurry video was playing on the tablet.

The video shows Thor being stabbed to death by Chen Yifan, followed by Chen Yifan collecting the chips.

Although the image is somewhat blurry due to distance and angle, Thor's death and Chen Yifan's face with Zhao Hu's disguise are clearly visible.

"Now, what do you have to say?!"

Barton pointed at the screen and roared.

"These are your East Asia branch members! Taking advantage of Thor's exhaustion, they launched a sneak attack from behind! Such despicable behavior is a disgrace to us professionals!"

His words instantly ignited the anger of all the North American members.

"Kill them! Avenge Thor!"

"Shameless Orientals!"

Immediately, public sentiment was agitated.

Looking at the face on the screen that looked exactly like his own, Zhao Hu felt his legs spinning.

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu's hearts sank to the bottom in an instant.

They never imagined that Thor would record a video when he died and send it to his companions.

Mu Wanqing's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Just when everyone thought they were speechless and unable to defend themselves.

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Um... friend, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Chen Yifan poked his head out from behind Mu Wanqing, pointed at the screen, and said with an innocent look on his face.

"This person seems to be doing a good deed."