This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 370.1: The Chips Stained In Blood

After Old White Spoke, his right index finger had already flicked the safety off his rifle.

The more than 20 players from the Burning Corps beside him did the same.

The undisguised killing intent caused Iron Thorn to slightly narrow his eyes. "Hey, wait, is there some misunderstanding here?"

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead as he raised both hands, stepping back while trying to defuse the tense atmosphere. He didn't know where he had offended this guy, but his instincts told him that those people standing before him were extremely dangerous.

"No."

This time, Iron Thorn finally understood the words of the man in front of him. His eyes were consequently filled with deep fear.

"The New Alliance never negotiates or trades with plunderers. Every penny you make can turn into a bullet fired at civilized people." Ample Time removed Dawnbreaker strapped...