Chapter 424 - Iron Fist (1/2)

Muscles finally understood what Zhang Heng meant when he said he would be grateful for the extra tape.

In just half a minute after Zhang Heng turned from defense to attack, Muscles was cut so many times he lost count. Later on, he decided to give up attacking and focus on defending himself, but nonetheless, still suffered multiple stab wounds.

In Zhang Heng’s hands, the steak knife was like an elusive ghost. There was no telling where it would land or go next. Though the knife drew no blood since it was covered in tape, there were still plenty of bruises, and boy, did they hurt like h.e.l.l.

In the end, the ripped man was down on one knee, gasping for dear breath. When he saw Zhang Heng walking towards him, he quickly raised his arms and shouted in mandarin, “Stop! I give up!”

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Zhang Heng wasn’t surprised, knowing who the muscle man really was since he had not spoken a word since the beginning. The fact that he spoke in mandarin meant he admitted to being a player. “Do you know where Edward is?”

“Yes, I’ve been with him for the past two months, and I’ve been taking care of him,” Muscles gasped, drawing in deep breaths as he struggled to stand, “but that guy is very troublesome, always asking for this and that. He’s really difficult.”

“What should I call you?” Zhang Heng offered a hand.

“I’m called Torres in this quest, but you can call me Iron Fist.” Iron Fist shook Zhang Heng’s hand, but the pain in his body only made him wince.

Zhang Heng did not ask Iron Fist why he wanted to challenge him. He did not need to since he knew exactly what Iron Fist was thinking. This was a rival-faction quest. While players of the same faction would naturally work together, there was a – Iron Fist hoped to use his skills to win the right to have a say in the partners.h.i.+p later.

Instead, he was given a handsome drubbing. Zhang Heng compared his opponent to the man with piercings, and he came to a disappointing conclusion. In terms of combat skills, this amateur fighter was no match for the ex-police officer.

“While you were with Edward, have you ever seen other players?”

Iron first shook his head. “It seems that players won’t meet in the earlier stages of the quest. You are the first player to arrive after we sent the email.”

“How many have you sent?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Only two emails were sent from the monastery’s address. But because only Leah could decipher the keyword that Edward left there, he also contacted three other people-a reporter from Le Monde, a moderator of an online forum, and a well-known doc.u.mentary director. Edward selected the last because he considers him the most trustworthy person to expose Black Nest.”

Iron Fist paused for a second before continuing, “But recently our situation hasn’t looked too good. Somehow, Black Nest found out that Edward was in Toulouse and sent many of their men after him. They even got a guy named Vincent to be their commander. We had to be very careful. Just two weeks ago, A group of unidentified militants raided Edward’s residence, but fortunately, we evacuated five minutes before they broke in.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Leah asked.

“We got lucky. We finally found the one we’ve been looking for,” Zhang Heng answered.