Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System-Chapter 667 - 240: Let Zhang Beixing Fight Alone?

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Excited shouts immediately erupted from the crowd.

Driven by Zhang Beixing's words, the Martial Artists' faces flushed, thrilled beyond measure.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing knew his goal was achieved—everyone's emotions were stirred. He said no more. Instead, he had someone come forward to distribute the firearms he had purchased from Huo Honghao. Then he proceeded to give them brief instructions on how to use and aim the weapons.

Soon enough, these individuals had mastered the use of firearms, and a fully armed army of Martial Artists had taken shape. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

With guns in hand, the Martial Artists looked revitalized, like unsheathed swords—incredibly sharp, their cutting edge unmistakable. There was no trace of their previous dejection or low morale.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad, very spirited! Now, everyone prepare! March out and crush the bandits!"

With a grand wave of Zhang Beixing's hand, the Martial Artists responded in unison and mobilized.

During this time, because those criminal organizations had received aid from D&E Group, they had been relentlessly beaten back, suffering immense hardships and humiliation. All this fury had been simmering in their hearts!

Now that assistance from Zhang Beixing had arrived, they naturally seized this opportunity to unleash all their pent-up fury. They were determined to show the world that they, the Martial Artists, were no pushovers! Even if their foes wielded firearms, they would never make them submit!

The counterattack bugle was sounded.

Martial Artists armed with guns were like fish back in water, their strength greatly augmented! Although their marksmanship was poor, their superior physical conditioning rendered this a minor issue.

Like Death Gods moving through the shadows, they silently materialized in hidden corners to eliminate the criminals, then vanished without a trace. These unpreventable sneak attacks threw the criminals into a state of utter panic.

A pervasive paranoia took hold; the slightest rustle of leaves or unexpected sound would trigger intense alarm and stress among the criminals.

"Boss, what do we do? These Martial Artists have somehow scrounged up a heap of weapons and are now hunting down our brothers. We've lost over fifty of our brothers in just two days."

"The problem is, these Martial Artists are incredibly cunning. They never engage us head-on, always striking stealthily and proving as slippery as eels. It's gotten to the point where our men are terrified to even go to the latrine."

"This can't go on, Boss! At the rate they're killing our men, it won't be long before we're all wiped out. We need to find a solution, fast!"

"..."

「In the criminals' camp.」

Hearing his subordinates' reports, the boss frowned, his mind in turmoil.

According to the original plan, their next move was supposed to be a Thunderbolt strike, leveraging their firepower to annihilate these Martial Artists in the Middle East and eliminate any future threat.

However, Cheng Yaojin appeared unexpectedly.

These Martial Artists had somehow acquired weapons, each equipped with one, and the Martial Artists' weapons were even more advanced and formidable than their own. Combined with the Martial Artists' exceptional physical abilities, the advantage the criminals had painstakingly secured with firearms began to uncontrollably shift back. The losses they sustained became increasingly severe.

If this continued, forget annihilating these Martial Artists; their own survival would become uncertain.

The boss cursed inwardly. Damn, this is tricky! His brow deeply furrowed as he mulled over countermeasures.

Just then, CREAK—

Accompanied by a grating sound, the door to the room was pushed open.

A man entered, surveying the room with a faint smile. "You find yourselves in quite a predicament, don't you?"

Hearing this, everyone in the room looked up. They realized they did not recognize the person before them.

The boss frowned. "Who are you?"

The man produced credentials from his pocket. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am William Tony, a senior consultant from the Security Supervision Department of D&E Group. I am here for two reasons. First, to resolve this farce. Second, to bring these Martial Artists back for research purposes."

William Tony stated his purpose directly.

Hearing this, the boss was taken aback. After inspecting the man's credentials and confirming their authenticity, the boss's face instantly contorted into an obsequious smile.

The boss quickly stood up from his chair. "Consultant William! What an honor. Please forgive my failure to greet you properly upon your arrival. Consultant William, please take a seat. Would you like tea or coffee?" he inquired solicitously.

Hearing this, William settled into a seat and crossed his legs. After a moment's thought, he said, "Tea. Black tea."

"Ah, right away." The boss assented immediately, then turned to his nearby subordinates, snapping, "What are you standing around for? Didn't you hear the gentleman? Hurry and prepare my finest tea!"

"Huh? Y-yes, sir!" Jolted to their senses, the subordinates hastily acknowledged the order and scurried off to prepare the tea.

Shortly thereafter, steaming black tea was brewed and presented.

William accepted the cup and took a delicate sip. He closed his eyes, savoring the aroma and taste for a moment, then nodded. "Not bad. This is good tea. It's wasted on a brute like you. Give it to me."