Is the closed beta test of King of Loque over? The official release is here!

The other players remained completely silent.

Someone quietly took half a step back.

Someone lowered their head, pretending to be looking at the panel.

Some people exchanged glances, and they all saw the same hesitation in each other's eyes.

The open space fell silent.

All that remained were the occasional low, rumbling breaths from the five pets.

The silver-haired man smiled with satisfaction upon seeing this.

"See? That's more like it." He spread his hands, his tone as relaxed as if chatting with a friend. "We're all in this together, isn't it better to be pragmatic? It's only a third of the materials, not all of them. Leaving you two-thirds is more than fair, isn't it?"

"Come on, everyone, line up and come one by one. Let me inspect the materials first, and take out one-third of each. You can synthesize the rest yourself, so no one gets in the way."

Looking at this scene.

Mo Fan, standing on the periphery of the crowd, showed little emotion in his eyes, but a sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

—It wasn't out of helplessness at the arrogance of the Mad Dragon Guild.

Instead, he was helpless in the face of the reactions of the twenty-odd people in front of him.

Mo Fan calmly swept his gaze over everyone present.

More than twenty players.

There were only five people on the other side.

Even if the opponent's pet is significantly higher level, it's still only around level 17 to 19. It's not an insurmountable gap.

If these twenty-odd people team up, and twenty-odd pets gang up on five—the outcome is a foregone conclusion.

A high level doesn't mean you can take on ten opponents at once.

But what about reality?

No one stepped forward to propose joining forces.

Everyone is waiting for someone else to take the lead.

Everyone was thinking – why should I go first?

Everyone was thinking – what if I rush up and the others don't follow?

Mo Fan was all too familiar with this mentality.

"Ugh......"

Mo Fan sighed inwardly.

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

How long has it been since games have merged with reality?

All in all, it's only been a short time. These people's mindset and habits are still rooted in the patterns of the old society.

In the past, when such things happened, people would call the police, file a complaint, and wait for the authorities to handle it.

When ordinary people face a stronger opponent, they don't usually have the habit of directly confronting them head-on.

Moreover, this is a secret realm.

There are no rules protecting us. And it seems that no officials are here at the moment.

All that's left is—fists.

But ironically, these people aren't used to solving problems with their fists.

Or more accurately, they dare not throw a punch at the strong.

"More than twenty people were subdued by just five people."

Mo Fan silently shook his head.

"Looks like it's my turn to steal the spotlight."

Mo Fan didn't have time to waste here.

He was still waiting to use the alchemical cauldron.

As for submitting 1/3 of the materials?

Are you kidding me?

He only had enough materials to make one of his Wonderful Balls. If he handed over a portion, what was the point of making any more?

As for the extras, he didn't intend to hand them over either.

"Looks like it's my turn to show off in front of everyone."

Mo Fan shook his head and prepared to step forward.

But just then, the backpacker next to him grabbed Mo Fan.

"Brother, don't be impulsive."

The backpack-wearing player lowered his voice and whispered in Mo Fan's ear, "Those who stick their neck out never end well. If you get eliminated from this secret realm, you won't get any benefits at all."

Chapter 152 A surprise attack from the road?

"I......"

Mo Fan felt helpless and wanted to say something.

But it was interrupted.

"Brother, I know you're the kind of person who hates evil. Actually, so am I! But that's precisely why we must preserve our strength and our lives, for the sake of the future!"

The backpack player spoke with great passion, yet there was a hint of tragic grandeur in his voice.

Mo Fan: "I really..."

"Alright, brother, that's enough."

"If you absolutely must go, I will stop you with my life!"

The backpack player's words revealed a resolute determination, and he even stretched out his hands to block Mo Fan, as if he was about to shield him with his body at any moment.

Mo Fan: "......"

He remained silent for two seconds, looking at this complete stranger who was inexplicably fired up, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to go and use the alchemy cauldron.

As for your statement about sacrificing yourself for the cause...

Just then.

A sudden sound did indeed rang out.

"So, according to you, since we have such a big fist, does that mean we can also collect stability maintenance fees from you?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Two more players emerged from the nearby forest.

These are two girls who look very similar, like twins.

However, one had a single ponytail, while the other had double ponytails and buns.

One had blue hair, and the other had blond hair.

The two walked with light steps and agile postures, exuding a natural confidence.

The two women walked closer, crossed their arms, and looked at the people from the Mad Dragon Guild.

The more than twenty players present all turned their gazes toward the two girls who had suddenly appeared, their expressions a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

The silver-haired man frowned slightly and turned his head to look at them: "What do you mean by this?"

"What else could it mean?" The girl with pigtails and a bun spoke first, her lips slightly upturned, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"We sisters have our eyes on this alchemy cauldron too. So you'd better hand it over obediently. If you don't want to, just pay us a 'stability maintenance fee'!"

These words were spoken.

The crowd, who had been filled with a tense atmosphere in the open space, were now stunned.

The five members of the Mad Dragon Guild were taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in unison.

"Good heavens, they've tried to extort us, hahaha." The silver-haired man laughed so hard he almost fell over, his expression as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.

The man next to him wearing sunglasses went even further, slapping his thigh and pointing at the two girls, saying, "You two probably haven't heard of our Mad Dragon Guild! You two little girls, you've got some nerve."

“Exactly, go back and ask your parents what the Mad Dragon Guild is.” Another companion chimed in.

however.

The two girls' expressions remained unchanged despite the mockery from the five members of the Mad Dragon Guild.

The blue-haired girl with a single ponytail remained silent. Her expression was calm, but a barely perceptible sharpness flickered in her eyes.

next second.

She raised her hand and took out a Gulu Ball from her waist.

The movements were crisp and clean, without any unnecessary frills.

The ball was gently tossed.

A red light shone forth.

Then the figure of a pet appeared.

It was a fox.

Its fur is bluish-gray, with a soft, silky texture that sways gently in the air. It has a pair of very striking large ears with slightly upturned tips and pale purple down inside. Its tail is also large and bushy, like a soft flag.

Its most striking feature is its eyes.

Its deep blue pupils, profound and bright, reveal an intelligence and spirituality far exceeding that of ordinary pets.

A bell hung around its neck. The bell was exquisite, made of some unknown material, and emitted a very clear "ding" sound the moment the pet appeared.