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

Chapter 247 The Melee Begins

The light beam was dirty.

Dark red intertwined with murky black, piercing a bottomless hole in the sky.

More than 800 virtual chips were piled on Mu Wanqing alone, their brightness comparable to a searchlight.

She stood still.

As soon as Patton's roar subsided, more than thirty North American professionals swarmed in from the front.

The flashes of the weapons illuminated the dimly lit street in a kaleidoscope of colors.

The five melee fighters in the front row held up heavy shields as big as doors, while the magic-based professionals in the back row began to chant.

Their tactical skills are impeccable.

Chen Yifan took half a step back, just close to Mu Wanqing's shoulder.

"Boss, let's get this straight, this isn't something we're helping with." He was still clutching the stolen dagger, the blood still smeared on the blade. "It'll cost extra."

Mu Wanqing glanced at him sideways but didn't reply.

Two silver-gray short guns slipped from his palm.

Chen Yifan was stunned when he saw this.

He remembered that Mu Wanqing was a rare profession: a master of cunning contracts.

The weapon is still a coin.

Why did you switch to a pistol?

Could it be...?

Was Mu Wanqing's class a disguise in that previous wild dungeon?

"Your profession..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the people who rushed up to him.

Battle broke out.

There was no opening statement.

Old K had brass knuckles on his fist.

That was no ordinary ironware; its surface was covered with high-frequency oscillating ripples.

He slammed his fist into the foremost heavy shield, sending up a shockwave.

The burly man holding the shield retreated repeatedly, his arms creaking under the strain.

The breach has been created.

Chen Yifan stopped worrying about Mu Wanqing's profession; that wasn't the most important thing right now.

He crouched low, like a ghost, targeting magic-based professionals on the outer perimeter of the defensive line.

A fire mage was casting a large fireball, his aim locked onto Wang Fugui.

Chen Yifan circled around from the side and behind, and when he was still three meters away, his fingertips twitched slightly.

Just as the fireball was about to take shape, the mage's magical supply was interrupted. The fireball instantly dissipated, and the backlash from the magic caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The monk looked down at his hands.

People are stupid.

Before he could figure out why his skill had failed to be released, Chen Yifan walked past him and casually slashed him on the back of the head with his knife.

The monk rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Could I borrow a light?"

Chen Yifan forcefully pried off the crystal core from the top of the opponent's staff, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to run towards his next target.

He doesn't need any skills, just his physical abilities.

His steps were erratic, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.

The attacks by the North American chapter all missed their mark.

Two men with long knives attacked from both sides. Chen Yifan ducked down and squeezed through the gap between the blades, grabbing the belt buckle from the man on the left.

Just as the man was about to turn around and give chase, his pants fell down to his ankles, and he tripped and fell face-first into the mud.

The scene was in complete chaos.

Wang Fugui stood in front of Lin Xiaoyu, shielding her with a tower.

Several random players rushed over and slashed at his shield, but Wang Fugui just kept his eyes closed and stubbornly held on.

Lin Xiaoyu quickly cast healing spells and shields on him from behind.

"Fanzi! I can't hold on much longer!"

Wang Fugui shouted.

Chen Yifan had just killed an archer when he heard the shout. He picked up a longsword from the ground with his toe and kicked it away.

The sword hilt struck one of the swordsmen attacking Wang Fugui squarely on the forehead.

Barton didn't care about the lives of his men; he only had eyes for Mu Wanqing.

The battle axe unleashed a violent hurricane, aimed directly at Mu Wanqing's head. Mu Wanqing's steps faltered, and her body nimbly shifted two meters to the side.

The silver pistol spat out eerie blue psionic bullets, each shot aimed directly at Patton's face.

Patton neither dodged nor avoided; a layer of earthen-yellow light shield appeared.

When the bullet hits it, it only creates ripples.

"It's no use! You can't break through my defenses!"

Patton laughed and swung his battle axe.

The utility pole next to it was cut in half, with a smooth cut.

Chen Yifan weaved through the crowd, keeping an eye on the main battlefield out of the corner of his eye.

He understood the situation; Mu Wanqing was stalling for time.

With her abilities, she shouldn't have been forced into such a sorry state by Barton.

She was wary of something else.

The red light in the sky grew brighter and brighter.

The vibration frequency of the street surface is getting higher and higher.

This is not an illusion.

The asphalt road surface really does undulate.

Something is about to come out.

Chen Yifan stopped and hid behind an abandoned mailbox. He glanced at the sky, then at the ground.

"Old K!" Chen Yifan shouted at the top of his lungs. "Underground!"

Old K had just snapped a swordsman's neck when he heard this, and he lowered his head.

A crack appeared in the pavement beneath his feet.

A claw covered in black scales reached out and grabbed Old K's ankle.

The claws were covered with a highly corrosive liquid.

Old K's tactical trousers were hissing and smoking.

Old K reacted extremely quickly, aiming his brass knuckles at the crack in the ground and smashing them down.

The shockwave blasted the claw off its head.

But this is not an isolated case.

Hundreds and thousands of cracks spread along the entire street.

The North American chapter members were too busy grabbing chips to care about anything else.

Some people were dragged down by monsters that emerged from the ground, without even having a chance to scream.

The monster that emerged resembled a skinned hound, its muscles were crimson, it had no eyes, and its gaping mouth was covered with barbs.

Patton's battle axe missed its mark, and as he was about to give chase, three blind hounds pounced on him.

He swung his axe and split both of them in two, while the remaining one bit his calf.

"Get out of here!"

Barton, in pain, kicked the hound away.

The battle situation was completely disrupted.

What started as a fight between humans turned into a chaotic battle between humans and monsters.

Chen Yifan returned to Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu's side.

The short dagger in his hand was replaced by a long sword that he had somehow found.

He slashed down the charging hunting dog with a single blow.

"Fugui, stop pushing! We can't finish this thing off!"

Wang Fugui put away his shield, panting heavily.

"So what do we do?"

"run."

Chen Yifan looked in the direction of Mu Wanqing.

She was surrounded by more than a dozen hunting dogs.

Because she possessed the most dazzling assets, she attracted the most hatred.

The short gun in her hand had been reloaded, spitting fire with great efficiency, but the number of monsters was increasing.

Chen Yifan sighed.

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

He carried a long knife, stepped on the hood of a car next to him, and used the momentum to leap into the air.

The long sword drew a sharp arc in mid-air.

As Chen Yifan landed, the blade sliced ​​open the neck of a hunting dog that was lunging at Mu Wanqing.

The foul blood sprayed onto the lamppost, making a hissing sound as it corroded.

He didn't linger in the fight; having landed a successful blow, he then grabbed Mu Wanqing's arm.

"Walk."

Mu Wanqing struggled but couldn't break free.

Chen Yifan's grip strength was surprisingly great.

"My chips..."

She glanced at the few coin-sized Void Chips scattered on the ground, dropped by a North American professional who had just been bitten to death by a monster.

Chen Yifan didn't even turn his head.

"Is life more important or money? You're shining brightly right now, you're the beacon for these bastards."

He dragged Mu Wanqing into the alley at the street corner.

Old K led the way, with Wang Fugui and Zhao Hu protecting Lin Xiaoyu as they followed behind.

Patton saw them running from a distance.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Barton shook off the monster clinging to him, his eyes bloodshot.

He had sacrificed so many of his men's lives; if Mu Wanqing escaped, he wouldn't be able to explain himself back to the North American branch.

He activated his charge skill.

He transformed into a heavy tank, smashing abandoned vehicles and monsters along the way to pieces.

They moved incredibly fast, arriving behind Chen Yifan in the blink of an eye.

Raising his battle axe high, psionic energy converged on the axe blade, forming a blade of energy over a meter long.

"die!"