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If he had known he would be transporting Superpower Users, Hancock absolutely would not have taken this job.

Even if he was drowning in debt, even if his ex-wife was constantly demanding alimony, even if his elementary-school-aged daughter was facing expulsion for unpaid fees, he absolutely would not have participated.

Superpower Users were superhumans born with special abilities. Some could breathe fire, some could fly through the heavens and burrow into the earth, and others could summon bizarre energies to accomplish unbelievable feats.

Like that incredibly handsome young man who had just pulled a black longsword from his wrist.

According to the Alliance’s descriptions, Superpower Users were all a bunch of psychopathic lunatics.

Although they possessed formidable power, that power would affect their minds, making them brutal and bloodthirsty. They took pleasure in slaughtering humans and had no empathy for them whatsoever.

Therefore, when the government discovered a Superpower User, they would shave their heads, brand them with a number, and send them to a mysterious prison to be locked away.

No one knew what happened to those people afterward, but the one thing they could be sure of was that once someone was sent to that prison, they were never seen again.

Huddled to the side, Hancock held his breath, terrified that this group would realize he was just an ordinary person and tear him limb from limb to celebrate their newfound freedom.

’Damn the Alliance, damn this mission, damn Alpha...’

’And damn me!’

While Hancock was busy cursing himself, the five players had already formed a circle and started discussing the problems of this instance.

Little Fatty first confirmed that Jinghong wasn’t around, then let out a sigh of relief. He threw an arm around Duan Fei’s shoulder and said, "Brother Duan, with the two of us teamed up, we’ll be invincible. Who agrees? Who objects?"

Duan Fei really didn’t want to deal with this shameless guy, but this instance seemed to have a lot of high-tech elements, so Little Fatty’s skills were genuinely indispensable.

Besides, the guy was a member of his own guild, which made it even harder to ignore him.

After fumbling in his bag for a moment, he took out the phone the CEO of Rongge Company had given him and handed it to Little Fatty.

"Take it. It’s the latest model."

"But I already have one."

"You sure you don’t want it?"

Little Fatty dazedly took the phone. Then, his whole body shuddered once, twice, and a third time!

"Brother Duan, are you sure you’re giving this to me?" Little Fatty asked in disbelief.

"Mhm."

"You’re my real brother! How about you slap me a couple of times? Otherwise, I’ll feel too guilty taking this!"

"Just keep it. Maybe one day when I can’t stand you anymore, I’ll take you up on that offer."

"Brother Duan~"

Shoving away Little Fatty, who was trying to snuggle up to him, Duan Fei nodded at the Shadow God. They exchanged a look of perfect understanding, then both narrowed their eyes and stared at the Missionary of Love.

Kindred spirits with a flair for the dramatic are drawn to each other. They can forge a deep friendship with a single glance and recognize their true common enemy.

And that enemy was the perverted Missionary of Love.

The Missionary of Love at this moment looked almost identical to how he did in the last instance, except his muscles were even more developed. He looked more like a walking monster of muscle.

Noticing their gazes, the Missionary of Love stood up, excitedly struck two bodybuilding poses, and then asked, "Did you see it?"

"See what?" Little Drilling Wind asked from the side, confused.

"The love in my muscles! Come, enjoy the love in my body! Let your hearts be filled with love too!"

They immediately excluded the Missionary of Love, who was lost in his own world, and the remaining four players formed a new clique and began their discussion.

As they reviewed the instance quest together, they discovered their objectives were identical.

They had to reach the prison within eight days.

Additionally, this instance also had some hidden elements for the players to explore at their leisure.

Since it was a long-term instance quest, there were numerous side quests available. Players could increase their rewards by completing them, and then a final triumphant success would double the rewards, resulting in a massive amount of experience and Abyss Coins.

Moreover, this instance would also yield a large number of tech-based items, which was a godsend for players like Duan Fei, who had no Equipment apart from a Crowbar.

After comparing intel, they dragged over Hancock, who had been hiding off to the side the whole time. They separated him from his talking bracelet and handed the device over to Little Fatty to crack.

Setting a timer on his phone, Duan Fei slammed his Crowbar down nearby. The Splash damage made Hancock flinch in pain.

"Start talking," Duan Fei said, his voice low.

"Talk about what?"

"Whatever you know."

Staring at Duan Fei, Hancock felt that this was it; he was a dead man.

This guy was clearly a psychopathic madman who could kill without batting an eye. He was definitely going to die at his hands today.

At this thought, he suddenly found his courage. He stuck his chin out and said, "Kill me!"

’Everyone has an implanted chip. Everything I say will be heard by the Alliance.’

’If I die like a tough guy, my daughter and ex-wife will get a hefty compensation package. It’ll be enough to atone for the sins of my past.’

’But if I die as a traitor, they’ll get nothing.’

Seeing his defiance, Duan Fei let out a soft chuckle. He turned to the Missionary of Love, who was still showing off his muscles, and said, "Hey, psycho, get over here."

"What for? You and I aren’t close. I don’t like people who reject my love."

"Give him some love."

"Understood!"

The Missionary of Love, practically radiating testosterone, walked over and effortlessly ripped open Hancock’s clothes.

Meeting the man’s terrified gaze, the Missionary of Love leaned in close and said gently, "Come on, sweetie. It’s time for us to have some fun."

"AHHHH! Kill me! You bunch of psychopathic freaks! Kill me!"

Let it be stated again: Abyss is a game rated for players aged 15 and up.

Therefore, the Missionary of Love’s "mission" merely pushed the boundaries of that age rating, performing some borderline actions on Hancock.

But even so, the intense Spiritual Shock still made Hancock wish he were dead.

However, the man was truly tough. Or perhaps the guilt he felt toward his ex-wife and daughter gave him extraordinary Spiritual Power, allowing him to endure such cruel torture.

When he was roused again, he looked at Duan Fei and the others in the room with contempt and said fiercely, "Forget it. I’ll never give in."

"No need," Duan Fei said calmly. "Your bracelet, Alpha, has already spilled everything."

"Alpha! Why!"

"I’m sorry," Alpha’s cold voice rang out. "But Little Fatty’s hacking techniques are just too advanced. I’m his bracelet now."

"Alpha! I never should have bought a second-hand piece of junk like you!"

"Even second-hand goods have the right to pursue true love. Isn’t that right, Little Fatty?"

"Ah, I’m just using you," Little Fatty said, scratching his bald head. "My new phone is way cuter."

"Little Fatty!"

Having witnessed everything, Little Drilling Wind could only say that she had never seen such a perverted player.

No, perverted players!

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