Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 332: The Benefits of Low Intelligence

In the end, the two who had just been fighting to the death reached a strategic agreement and temporarily stood on the same side.

Although Qin Ming couldn't shake the feeling that this guy was unreliable—even he, someone who didn't like to overthink things, thought Wolf was a bit too brainless—he still agreed with Wolf's proposal.

After all, it was the clearance treasure chest! The items inside were all top-tier treasures, far more valuable than any so-called golden treasure chest!

If he could get his hands on another one, it would be a huge win.

As for their previous hostile relationship? If they hadn't reached an agreement, they would still be competitors. But now that they had, they weren't opponents anymore—they were comrades who had bonded through battle! Heroes who admired each other!

Adventurers were nothing if not pragmatic. Even though the bruises on Wolf's face hadn't faded yet, he was already grinning and shaking Qin Ming's hand vigorously, calling him "brother."

After some discussion, they finally decided on their next course of action...

A sharp sound rang out, startling both sides who were locked in a fierce battle at the control panel.

The fourth-level boss, Slaine, and the fifth-level boss, Mog, who had transformed into a pachycephalosaurus, exchanged glances. Although they didn't understand why the second-in-command of the hunting organization had suddenly ordered a retreat, they immediately obeyed and began leading their men toward the exit.

The protagonist group and adventurers in the hall didn't pursue. After all, the enemy had a significant numerical advantage, and there were too many bosses.

Having been ambushed and ganged up on, they were indeed struggling to hold their ground. If the fight continued, casualties were inevitable.

Qin Ming, who had somehow returned to the control room unnoticed, stood expressionlessly to the side, his eyes scanning the four protagonists.

He was looking for a target. After all, if they were going to meet Dr. Disaster, they needed to bring a proof of loyalty. Otherwise, how could they lure him out?

As for who to choose as the proof of loyalty? For others, this might be a multiple-choice question, but for Qin Ming, it had always been a straightforward answer!

His gaze locked onto Jack, and Qin Ming's expression turned cold.

Noticing this stare, Jack suddenly turned to look at him, his own eyes equally unfriendly.

Ever since Qin Ming had appeared, Jack had noticed that Hanna had changed. She was acting more warmly toward this stranger she had only met a few times than she did toward him.

This wasn't a good sign. With his would-be girlfriend potentially being stolen and his auto repair shop destroyed, Jack was in a terrible mood.

When he saw Qin Ming still daring to glare at him, his mood worsened. He couldn't shake the feeling that Qin Ming's gaze was filled with schadenfreude.

Once they confirmed that all the enemies had retreated, the protagonist group immediately called in the Natural Organization to begin emergency repairs on the repair shop.

After a busy day, night fell. Exhausted, everyone looked at the nearly destroyed repair shop with heavy hearts.

The Natural Organization's vehicle supply line was now completely cut off.

Meanwhile, at a secret base of the hunting organization, the bosses Mog and Slaine, who had led their men back, were also in a foul mood.

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Sitting across from Wolf, who had his hands clasped and was resting his chin on them in a dramatic pose, Mog, now back in human form, adjusted his glasses and suddenly questioned, "Second-in-command, why did you call us back so suddenly? We were about to win. Even if we couldn't take them all out at once, we could've easily killed two of them!"

Hearing this, Wolf, sitting in the shadows, remained silent for a second before suddenly speaking up. "Are you questioning my decision?"

Mog's eyebrow twitched. Facing this favorite of the boss, who could control dinosaurs, he didn't dare to confront him directly. "I wouldn't dare!"

"You wouldn't dare? So you've thought about it, huh? What? You think you're smarter than me?"

"I..."

"If you're so smart, why can't you control dinosaurs? Why aren't you the second-in-command? Without my three dinosaurs backing you up, could you even take them on?"

Wolf slammed his hand on the table, his face stern as he shouted, "When I give an order as the second-in-command, there's a reason behind it! You don't need to know why I called you back! Just follow my orders! Meeting adjourned!"

As he spoke, Wolf swiveled his chair around, turning his back to them and leaving them with only the back of his head.

Seeing this, Mog and Slaine rolled their eyes and reluctantly left.

Once outside the hall, Mog grew angrier and suddenly muttered in dissatisfaction, "What does he think he is? Just because he has a special ability! If it weren't for the boss favoring him, I'd take him out!"

Slaine, walking beside him, suddenly spoke up with a stern expression. "He has dinosaurs. Four genetically modified dinosaurs."

"So what if he has four? My head isn't just for show! I can smash rocks with it!"

Mog angrily knocked on his bald head, his face full of defiance.

His dissatisfaction with Wolf stemmed from many reasons. Aside from Wolf's unreasonable orders this time, there was also the fact that if Wolf hadn't suddenly appeared, Mog would have been the most likely candidate to become the organization's second-in-command.

In Mog's eyes, Wolf had stolen his position, which was why he harbored such animosity toward him.

After all, Wolf's intelligence was something Mog didn't even want to comment on. If it weren't for the protection of his four dinosaurs, Wolf would have been killed long ago!

After parting ways with Slaine, Mog returned to his residence. While using a radio to contact his underlings and inquire about their hunting progress, he leisurely sipped on some alcohol and cursed the "useless second-in-command."

The alcohol was optional, but the cursing was a must. It had become part of Mog's daily routine.

Late at night, after Mog, the workaholic, had finally finished remotely directing all his tasks and was about to rest, a knock suddenly came at his door.

Hearing the sound, Mog was startled. He got up, puzzled, and walked over.

As the door opened, standing before him was none other than the person he had been cursing for hours—the second-in-command, Wolf!

Seeing Wolf, who had never actively sought him out before, Mog was visibly stunned.

Before Mog could figure out why Wolf had come to see him in the middle of the night, Wolf spoke up first.

Peeking around to make sure no one else was in the room, Wolf suddenly flashed Mog a bright smile.

"Hey, not asleep yet? Got guests?"

"Huh? No, why?"

"Oh, no guests? Good, that puts me at ease."

Thud!

Before Mog could react, a muffled sound reached his ears.

Wolf, mid-conversation, had suddenly drawn a knife and stabbed Mog in the kidney at close range!

Mog, his body pierced by the blade, looked at Wolf in utter disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.

The sneak attack had been too sudden. Who would have thought that someone who was cheerfully asking you questions one second would suddenly stab you the next?

High intelligence has its drawbacks—overthinking and excessive caution.

Low intelligence, on the other hand, has its advantages—directness and decisiveness.

And Wolf? He was clearly the latter!

There was a reason he got along so well with animals and awakened such a peculiar talent.

This guy was truly decisive! He had discussed the plan during the day and showed up to execute it that very night!

All he did was ask if there were any guests. Upon hearing there weren't, he immediately took action without even bothering to check inside!

His sudden stab left Mog, the victim, stunned. It also left Qin Ming, who had been sneaking over to assist in the ambush, equally stunned.

While the two were in shock, Wolf's dinosaurs were not.

With a roar, a triceratops burst through the wall, slamming into Mog and sending him flying!

A velociraptor also rushed in through the breach, while a pteranodon stood guard on the roof, ready for any contingencies.

Wolf, now fully transformed, roared as he charged into the room. He grabbed a large wardrobe, lifted it high, and lunged at Mog.

A well-practiced four-on-one beatdown began!

Crash!

The wardrobe smashed into Mog, shattering into pieces.

Mog, reeling from the blow, turned to grab his submachine gun. But before he could pounce, the velociraptor in mid-air bit down on him, dragging his slender body and shaking it violently.

Amidst the chaos of the relentless assault, Mog roared as his body suddenly began to mutate.

His skin turned iron-gray, his body grew larger, and dinosaur-like features began to appear.

Second Form: Pachycephalosaurus Gene—Activated!

"You damn bastards!"

With a furious roar, Mog, now fully transformed, saw the triceratops charging at him from the front. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and charged back.

With a deafening boom, the massive triceratops was sent flying three meters away!

Having taken down one opponent, Mog continued his rampage, charging headfirst at anything in his path.

The velociraptor pounced? Charge!

The parasitized Wolf lunged at him? Charge!

The pteranodon tearing through the roof for a sneak attack? Charge!

A towering, muscular man breaking through the door? Charge!

Bang!

With an ear-splitting crash, Mog, now a human missile, charged headfirst across the room and slammed into Qin Ming, who had just entered.

Qin Ming was sent flying by the impact.

As for Mog?

He suddenly stopped running, his body swaying on the spot as his legs stumbled in a disoriented stagger.

After the headbutt, Mog felt as if he had hit a steel plate. His vision went dark!

Against Qin Ming's over 30 points of damage reduction, Mog, who had never backed down from a challenge since injecting the pachycephalosaurus gene, had finally met his match—a creature he couldn't charge through!

(End of Chapter)