Screams, cries, and the sounds of weapons smashing into flesh kept sounding across the road. It was an unfortunate fact that none of us were nearly as strong as we were in the game. Almost all of us were wounded in just less than two minutes, although thankfully no one had suffered worse than a few bricks to the body thus far. Worse comes to worst, we would be walking away with a bone fracture or two.

Gui Guzi was clutching his left arm because it was cut open by a watermelon knife. However, he also managed to snatch the weapon for himself and left similar wounds on his attackers’ arms. Xu Yang was swinging his brick left and right like a madman. He had to have hurt a lot of people.

I was the one who fared the worst out of all of us. Du Thirteen was so goddamn drunk that he could hardly stay on his feet, much less fight the bastards. I had to stand in front of him and Xue Lu and bear almost all the attacks coming their way. There were three bloody slash wounds on my arms, my purple shirt had turned gray in color due to the sheer amount of brick strikes I took, and even my forehead was blue and...