As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

As Copper Fang fell to the ground, a brief silence fell around the deathmatch arena, followed by a burst of terrified screams.

While spectators enjoy watching the spectacle, they also value their lives.

Seeing that the core members of the Black Tooth Gang were being slaughtered like chickens, everyone was afraid that the killing god would get carried away and take them out with him, so they scattered like birds and beasts.

"The deathmatch is over."

The mechanical referee on the deathmatch stage delivered a curt verdict and then raised the flag in his hand.

Winner: Gray

[Record: Five-game winning streak]

Gray casually flicked the blood off his hands and, relying on his amazing jumping ability, leaped off the platform and landed steadily on the cliff edge dozens of meters away.

"Hey, you there, check please."

Gray waved to the deathmatch arena administrator, who hadn't seemed too surprised throughout.

The administrator skillfully operated the huge machine.

"According to the rules, the Blacktooth Gang's bet plus the winning streak jackpot is a total of 500 credits. Please show your brass stored-value card."

Gray scratched his head and turned to look at Moen: "Do you have one of those?"

"Give it to him." Moen tilted his head, gesturing to Kate behind him.

Kate was still reeling from the shock of what had just happened. Upon hearing the order, she hurriedly and clumsily pulled out a [anonymous brass card] from her inner lining.

That was the hard currency of the downtown area, very useful for visitors, and not cheap.

"Young master, please use this one! It's a clean card!"

Moen smiled, took the card, flicked his wrist, and the card sliced ​​through the air, precisely inserting into the machine's card slot.

"Beep—transfer complete." The administrator respectfully handed the card back with both hands.

Gray took the card, didn't even glance at the number on it, and immediately turned around and shoved it back into Kate's hand.

"Take it." The old man's tone left no room for argument, and he gave Kate's soot-covered head a good rub.

"These 500 points are yours; consider it your travel expenses for reporting back."

"Huh?!" Kate's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the card.

500 credits! That was an astronomical figure he never dared to dream of before!

You have to understand, he toiled away in the garbage dump for a month, and he'd be lucky to get even 10 points.

This money is enough to buy my father a new lung filter, and even to use connections to get my sister into the official boarding school in the downtown area!

"No, no, no! Sir, this is too much! I can't accept it."

Kate instinctively wanted to decline; the money was too hot to handle, and he was afraid he wouldn't live to spend it.

"Take it if I give it to you." Gray put on a stern face, deliberately looking fierce. "Or are you saying you look down on my reward?"

"Take it," Moen said calmly from the side.

"There are still many places where we'll need to spend money. If you don't have some financial backing, how can you do things for us?"

Upon hearing this, Kate no longer declined.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, young master!"

He secretly vowed to himself that he wouldn't waste a single penny of this money.

He would save them as a reserve fund for the two adults' activities. If there were any urgently needed supplies or intelligence in the future, he would definitely use this money to buy them immediately.

After leaving the deathmatch arena, the atmosphere among the three became much more relaxed.

"To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots."

Moen, walking ahead, said, "Now that we've made an enemy of them, the Black Tooth Gang certainly won't let this go. Instead of waiting for them to come knocking on our door in the middle of the night, let's go and take down their hideout now."

Gray paused, though he had enjoyed the fight on stage, his inherent sense of discipline made him hesitate: "Taking over the enemy's stronghold? This is a matter of wiping out the entire gang. Skargard may be chaotic, but the city lord is still watching over things. Won't we run into trouble with the authorities if we do this?"

Before Moen could even explain, Kate, who had been following behind, spoke up first.

"Don't worry, sir!"

The little guy was much more confident now, patting his chest and saying, "In the lower city, gangs change hands very frequently; one group dies and another group comes in."

"As long as it doesn't affect the tax revenue from above, the people in the City Lord's Mansion don't care who's the boss of these gangs below."

"I see." Gray stroked the stubble on his chin, and most of the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

"Then find me a decent weapon; I didn't get enough fun fighting empty-handed earlier."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something and turned to Kate: "By the way, there aren't any good people in that Blacktooth gang, are there?"

A flash of hatred crossed Kate's eyes as she gritted her teeth and said, "They're all a bunch of heartless scum! They force women into prostitution, traffic people, and engage in usury. So many families have been driven to suicide by them! Everyone hates them to the core!"

"Moreover, their leader, Dylan, is a clergyman who defected from the church! Because he is powerful and knows some church methods, no one can do anything about him."

"Heh..." Gray laughed when he heard the words "church defector".

Moen tossed the iron sword from his waist to Gray.

"Let's go, old man."

Kate's eyes lit up and she quickly said, "I'll lead the way."

The Black Tooth Gang's hideout is located deep within an abandoned steel mill in the Ninth District.

This place has been transformed into a palace filled with extravagance, with huge condensation pipes painted in a tacky gold-red, and scattered wine bottles and syringes of unknown drugs everywhere.

In the center of the hall, a huge gear-shaped disc was slowly rotating, covered with a velvet carpet.

Several scantily clad dancers with glowing prosthetics were swaying their bodies on gears to shrill music.

On the high platform directly opposite, sat a man who was as fat as a mountain.

Iron Arm Dylan was shirtless, with a black venomous snake tattooed on his large belly.

His hands have been replaced with a pair of hydraulically powered mechanical hands, and an exoskeleton support frame has been implanted in the spine of his back, making him look like a cyborg monster.

At that moment, he was tearing into a whole roasted chicken, its fat dripping, while holding a glass of brown wine in his hand. His small, beady eyes were staring lecherously at the dancers below.

"This is much better than living in that godforsaken snowfield," Dylan said with a contented burp.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the gate.

"What is it? It's so noisy!" Dylan yelled impatiently.

"Boss! Someone's broken in!!" A henchman with a bloodied face stumbled in, before he could finish speaking.

The lead explosion-proof door, which was at least half a meter thick, flew straight in and spun as it crashed into the center of the hall.

Upon seeing the scene before them, the dancers screamed and scattered in all directions.

"Who goes there?! How dare you mess with my Black Tooth Gang?!" Dylan roared, shoving aside the table beside him. His hydraulic mechanical arms buzzed as they charged, and the exoskeleton on his back allowed him to leap nimbly off the platform, shaking the ground.

As the smoke cleared, a tall figure carrying a still-dripping iron sword slowly walked in.

Dylan is a discerning person; he was once a member of a small family within the War Temple.

When he saw the powerful and domineering aura of blood emanating from Gray, his eyes widened instantly.

"This is a high-level bloodline from the War Hall?!"

Moreover, the sense of dread that came from the depths of his soul told him that the bloodline of the person in front of him was frighteningly pure; it was true royal blood!

"My lord." Dylan was greatly alarmed, and his arrogant demeanor instantly vanished by half.

Although he had undergone mechanical modifications, he had no chance of winning against a monster of this level.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Gray didn't give him a chance to speak before disappearing in an instant. Dylan only had time to raise his hand to block.

The iron sword collided with the mechanical arm, creating a dazzling burst of sparks.

Dylan felt a tremendous force strike him, the steel plate beneath his feet shattered, and he was slammed to his knees, his knees creating two deep craters in the ground.

"You're from the Valgard family?!" He recognized the faintly visible silver-white battle spirit behind Gray, the symbol of the first War King, [Silver Wolf's Fury].

"So what if I am?" Gray sneered, increasing the force of his iron sword as he pounded it against Dylan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It was a one-sided massacre. After a few heavy blows, Dylan's mechanical hand had become a pile of scrap metal, and his exoskeleton was bent and broken. He knelt on the ground covered in blood.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten to death, Dylan suddenly shouted, "Stop!! I surrender!!"

He struggled to raise his head, then prostrated himself on the ground in the salute characteristic of the War Temple: "I am Dylan Ironan of the Ironan family, surrendering to the noble Valgard bloodline!"

"According to the ancient teachings of the War Hall, the defeated must surrender, while the victor must... must be spared!"

This is an ancient rule of the Iron Oath Battle Hall.

To prevent interclan killings from causing population decline, if one side formally revealed their surname and begged for surrender during a battle, it signified complete submission and defeat.

For the sake of honor and dignity, the victor usually ceases the attack and decides whether to enslave or exile the other.

The greatsword that Grena swung in mid-air indeed stopped.

He looked at the lump of rotten flesh at his feet, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "The Iron Felt Family? That prestigious family that produces blacksmiths, how could they produce such a scoundrel as you?"

Despite his disdain, as a knight who had once upheld honor, he instinctively wanted to sheathe his sword when he heard the other party invoke the ancient teachings of the War Temple.

In that instant, a metal plate disguised as muscle suddenly slid open on Dylan's chest, revealing a dark, gaping magnifying glass cannon inside.

Die, you old bastard! What bullshit glory? Only living is the truth!

However, just as Dylan's fingers were about to trigger the neural connections, his body suddenly stiffened.

He felt a cold sensation coming from the back of his heart.

Behind him, Moen appeared, holding a black dagger in reverse and precisely stabbing it into Dylan's back.

[Sin Value: 5 (Max)]

[Judgment: Attack from behind]

[Target's health has been detected to be below 20%]

[Triggers execution effect: Instant death]

Dylan's eyes were filled with disbelief, and the cannon barrel on his chest went dark.

This is the tragedy of not having an elite template; no matter how high your level, you can only be killed by instant-death effects.

[Killed: Dylan Iron Felt Lv.27]

Experience points gained: 6212 + 1245 (reward for killing enemies above your level)

Gray stared blankly at Dylan, who lay dead with his eyes wide open, and paused for a moment.

Although Dylan was seriously injured, he was still a warrior who was about to break through a barrier. Even I couldn't kill him so easily, but this kid killed him in one go?

"Let's see what good stuff we have." Moen ignored Gray's gaze and skillfully began looting the corpse.

This is a gang leader; he must have a lot of money on him.

Besides a silver savings card containing 20,000 credits and some miscellaneous blueprints, Moen pulled out an ice-blue key radiating a chilling aura from Dylan's inner pocket.

[Item: Spare Key to the Condensed Corridor]

[Type: Dungeon Key/Area Pass]

[Description: The key to unlock the "Third Abandoned Cooling Corridor" deep beneath Skargard. It was once the city's early cooling system, abandoned due to its high cost, and now contains a large amount of old-era resources and mutated monsters.]

[Note: Your path to wealth begins here. — Treasure Hunters Association, Gideon]

"Hey, the shipment's out." Moen's eyes lit up.

【Cooling Corridor】was the most popular treasure-hunting dungeon for players during the open beta. Not only could you find goods left over from the early development of the city, but you might also find 【Starfrost Crystals】, which are used as condensation materials!

Most importantly, opening up this corridor will unlock a secret smuggling route that leads directly to the middle level!