165 Rob the Local Tyrant! (2/2)

Even though he was a little regretful that he offended Happy, he was a lot more reluctant to part with his Blessed Realm zombies.

”Brother, please have mercy!”

Happy turned coldly toward the young man who had walked closer. He brought out his Hundred-battle saber and placed it next to the silly zombie's neck. He did not move away because of the young man's cries. The back of the head was not the only weakness of a zombie; its entire head was its weakness.

If a person attacked the back of a zombie's head, the zombie's receptors would be affected, and the zombie would temporarily lose its mobility. This was only effective to the zombies controlled by players, however. If a zombie's head was cut off, the zombie would definitely die, and that was effective against all zombies.

”Why did you ambush me?”

The young man did not say anything.

He seemed very young, around twenty years old. After walking out, he stopped a few feet from Happy with an awkward look on his face. When he heard Happy's question, he hesitated for a while before he answered with an apologetic look.

”My name is Little North. Um… brother, please don't be angry. I've been in the mass grave for around two months, and no players have ever come here. When I saw you enter, I couldn't help but want to test my skills.”

He paused for a moment before he smiled wanly and continued. ”I thought that with two zombies, I could at least hold my ground against the powerful martial artists in the game, but I didn't think that they would be so easily defeated…” While he spoke, he shook his head. ”I've really wasted my time over the past two months.”

Happy's expression did not change.

If he had not known about the zombies' weakness, he would have, without a doubt, died in the god-forsaken place when he ran into the two stupid Blessed Realm zombies.

”Do you think the matter will be resolved by you saying a few words? It'd be best if you thought about it carefully. Should I destroy your two useless zombies, or will you pay a fee for the mental damage you caused?”

Little North said nothing. The young man clearly did not expect that Happy would be so straightforward. When he saw the glare of the saber placed across his priced zombie's neck become much brighter, he was instantly shocked, and sweat drenched his body. ”Don't! We can negotiate! I'll pay…”

Even though his Blessed Realm zombies had lost, he had actually been very successful in the mass grave because of them.

By relying on them to fight against other zombies, not only did he level up his martial arts, he also obtained quite a lot of good stuff. If Happy cut off their heads, Little North would need to spend a lot of time to cultivate another pair...

After saying that he would reimburse Happy, Little North's expression turned gloomy. ”But I don't have money...”

Happy said nothing.

”Wait! WAIT!” The dark blue glare on the Hundred-battle Saber made Little North's face pale. He quickly tried to appease Happy. ”I'll use items to make it up to you, items!”

While he cursed in his heart, he moaned about how unlucky he was. Why did he choose to rob a major fiend that was in the World of Martial Arts Secret Long News? But he had only learned who Happy was at the moment he attacked, because the system told him the name of the player with whom he had entered combat.

”But I don't have any items either.”

Little North's face filled with shame, and he snuck a glance at Happy.

Happy lifted his Hundred-battle Saber slightly, and Little North immediately got rid of his idea to try his luck by pretending to be pitiful so that Happy would spare him. He brought out a stack of silver notes in desperation.

Happy still said nothing. He cast them a faint glance before he said expressionlessly, ”You can leave now, but the zombies stay.”

”Don't, brother!”

Little North had always thought that his zombie puppets were his greatest weapons and treasures, but right then, they became the tools his enemies used to blackmail him. He really wanted to cry.

”Brother, what do you want? Can't you just tell me?”

What he did not know was that Happy had been waiting for that sentence.

”Did you say that you've been here for around two months?”

”Ah…”

Happy's smile and the great change in his attitude made Little North incredibly uneasy. He felt that Happy had some scheme cooked up, but when he saw his two zombie puppets under the Hundred-battle Saber, he had to accept his fate. He nodded vigorously while sweat beaded on his forehead. He did not dare to be negligent.