There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"Has it arrived?"

On the lawn below a small western-style building in Black Trench City.

A middle-aged man was holding a golf club, aiming at a distant hole, and swung forcefully.

The golf ball on the lawn arched through the air after a forceful strike and flew into the distance.

The man placed his palm above his eyes, looking at the golf ball that gradually disappeared from his view, chuckling in satisfaction before casually tossing the golf club into the hands of a subordinate next to him.

He had just turned around to speak to Little Qiu, who was standing by his side in a white dress.

"Do you know what this place used to be?"

"It was a flat land, and after the descent of the new world, I had people lay a large expanse of turf here; do you know how expensive the turf specially used for golf courses is? Very few people could afford it before the new world came."

"Most people are now outside the city, struggling with those Minotaur Monsters to earn some meager Points."

"And yet I can leisurely play golf here."

"This is class difference."

"It's also a product of the new world's reshuffling, and people like me are the new kings after the descent of the new world."

"Just as you see—"

The man casually took off his white glove and threw it onto the grass nearby, slowly walked over to Little Qiu, and looked at her eyes full of panic and fear; he licked the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"I actually don't care whether that ball goes in the hole; I don't even like this boring sport."

"But that doesn't matter."

"This sport tells everyone my status very well, doesn't it?"

"Let me guess, you haven't earned 1000 Points, have you? So you decided to redeem your father with your body, or maybe you have some kind of sharp weapon hidden under your dress, planning to make a desperate stand against me."

"Look over there."

The man pointed toward a middle-aged man tied up with ropes and kneeling under a big tree nearby, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Let's begin. In front of your father, take off that dress that symbolizes purity."

"I can't wait to start enjoying your expression."

"..."

Little Qiu's lips were tightly pursed; she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, all the panic and fear in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only resolute determination as she said, word by word.

"There are too many people here, let's change to a place with fewer people."

The man who promised to come seemed to be lying to her after all.

Indeed, she didn't even know which city that man was from, she just believed him when he said he would come.

Maybe she was really naive.

"Change places?"

The man raised an eyebrow curiously and reached out towards Little Qiu's chin: "No, no, no, I..."

At that moment—

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot suddenly rang out.

A bullet shot from beneath the man's feet, and before his arm could touch Little Qiu's chin, it directly blasted his arm in half.

Blood mist exploded.

The severed arm fell onto the grass.

"Ahhh!!!"

The man's heart-wrenching scream sounded ear-piercingly on the spot, his eyes filled with fear and rage, he yelled, "My hand, my hand!!"

"Ah!"

Little Qiu was equally frightened by this scene, covering her mouth in horror as she staggered backward several steps and then unsteadily fell onto the grass.

"Who, who is it!!"

The man quickly took out a Prop from his chest and smashed it on his severed arm to barely stop the bleeding, then proceeded to frantically scan around, shouting in anger, "Who is the coward striking from behind, show yourself!"

The next second—

His expression suddenly stiffened a bit with disbelief in his eyes, as he looked towards the two men approaching him slowly at the end of his sight.

One of the men wore a floral shirt under a black casual suit jacket, and below, casual black suit pants, leisurely walking towards him with one hand in his pocket and leaning on a cane.

Following this man was another man, who was also wearing a floral shirt with several buttons undone at the chest, revealing a low neckline, and wearing beach shorts below.

Just by making an appearance, the two men immediately made one feel that they were extraordinary.

Not because of their attire.

But because of the dense, dazzling array of titles above their heads like a lighthouse!

The man with the cane had over 20 titles above his head, each one almost bluntly declaring his strength.

This attire, these titles, and that familiar face.

He knew this man.

Chen Yi.

In the world boss event, a man who could inflict several million damage with a single shot.

He had quietly become a representative of the top player worldwide.

"I..."

The man's face, previously contorted with rage, suddenly cleared of anger when he spotted who was approaching, a shadow of dread flickering in the depth of his eyes as his lips twitched into a forced smile.

"Chen Yi, I know you, I never imagined I'd see you here."

"Just tell me what you want, I'll handle it immediately."

"In Black Trench City, I still hold some sway, I should be able to help you out."

Since these two clearly spelled trouble, he needed to let them know early on that he had some influence, to instill a sense of wariness in their hearts, after all, even if you did manage to deal millions in damage at the world boss event.

It was merely the effect of a skill or prop.

You couldn't possibly always hit with such terrifying damage, could you?

He had nearly a hundred men under his command, if they really swarmed over, they had the ability to kill Chen Yi right there and then.

But with only seven or eight men by his side at the moment, he had to buy enough time, to let his subordinates spread the word, to drag things out until reinforcements arrived.

However, the next second—

"Bang, bang!"

The sound of several muffled gunshots rang out once more, and the man's followers all around stiffened, only to slowly collapse into pools of blood, leaving just the man with the golf club beside him, who was trembling nonstop.

Chen Yi slowly walked over with the aid of his cane, lifted the man's chin with the cane and gazed into his eyes silently for a moment before speaking calmly, "With this little strength, you've started to abduct and bully women?"

"Call your people, I'll wait for you."

"Chen... Chen Yi, boss."

The man swallowed hard, not daring to look at the dead forms of his subordinates around him, feeling the cold of the cane on his chin, he humbled himself with a trembling voice, speaking in a lowly manner.

"Let's talk this out, these men are dead, it's no big grudge."

"It's our first meeting, there shouldn't be any bad blood between us, is there anything we can't discuss openly?"

"You..."

Little Qiu, who had given up hope, looked towards Tuberculosis Rabbit's familiar figure and attire with a glimmer of surprise, and somewhat incredulously said, "You... you're that man from the club?"

"Yeah."

Tuberculosis Rabbit, hands in pockets and a cigarette in mouth, shrugged indifferently, "That's me, didn't I say I would come to Black Trench City to have a word with that old ghost?"

"I won't go back on a promise."

"It's just that you left in a rush, without leaving any contact information or a specific location, so it took a bit longer to find you."

"But fortunately, it looks like I haven't arrived too late."

Seeing Little Qiu and the middle-aged man tied up beneath a tree, Tuberculosis Rabbit also let out a small sigh of relief, not for Little Qiu's safety, but glad that she hadn't lied to him and was genuinely in trouble.

If Little Qiu had been a swindler, concocting a story just to jack up the price, then he would have really lost face in front of Yi.

"I..."

Little Qiu, overwhelmed with emotion at her narrow escape from death, covered her mouth, too agitated to speak. She didn't know who these two men were, only that this pervert, who normally did as he pleased in Black Trench City, didn't dare to utter a harsh word in front of them, clearly not on the same level.

"Go on, talk."

Chen Yi casually sat down on a chair nearby, pulling out a bag of sunflower seeds, cracking them open while looking at the man standing still with his arm severed, "On the way here, I heard that Wang Yimei from Black Trench City was killed by you."

"I am quite curious about that. Did you kill Wang Yimei?"

The man's expression shifted unpredictably as he hung his head silently, teeth clenched before finally mustering the courage to say, "No, some time ago Sword Without End came to Black Trench City looking for Wang Yimei and asked one of my men for directions."

"Afterward, there was no word from Wang Yimei, and I suspect Sword Without End killed him, then seeing Sword Without End not proclaiming this deed, and he himself no longer in Black Trench City,"

"I secretly put the word out that Wang Yimei was killed by the Black Kill Gang, simply to enhance the gang's reputation."

"If you are here for revenge on behalf of Wang Yimei, I can only say you've got the wrong person. The real killer should be Sword Without End; we were just boasting."

At this point, the man was already filled with regret. When Chen Yi brought up Wang Yimei, he had a clear idea of why Chen Yi had suddenly come looking for him.

Having never met Chen Yi, and with no reason for enmity, the only explanation was seeking vengeance for Wang Yimei.

He wished he could slap himself for merely talking big, never expecting anyone to seek revenge for Wang Yimei, especially someone he dared not to provoke.

"..."

Tuberculosis Rabbit looked at the man with a bemused expression, "Did you not hear my conversation with this young lady? We're here to provide justice on her behalf, play the hero who defends the helpless. Get it?"

"Wang Yimei's death has nothing to do with it."

"But you're somewhat correct; Wang Yimei indeed met his end at the hands of Sword Without End, that guy personally descended to hell to hunt him down. However, don't worry, when you head down there, Sword Without End is likely to pay you another visit."

"After all, Sword Without End's chances for errors under the July rules are all used up, he doesn't seem like the kind to live much longer, probably going down again before long."

And at that moment—

Many black-clad figures had already begun to surge out of the villa towards the grass, wielding weapons to support their boss, the members of the Black Kill Gang.

A quick glance showed there were quite a few, perhaps several dozens.

Not a small number indeed.