"Hey! Why do you guys always like fighting and killing? Don't you know it's the crackdown period right now?"

"Because the fusion of the Hidden World and the present world is happening too fast, those old guys from the Hidden World are doing their best not to let people from there enter the real world."

"But look at you all, coming back one by one. None of you are a peaceful bunch. If anything goes wrong by accident, what are we supposed to do?"

Yang Yan sighed as he spoke.

Fatty curled his lips, disdainfully saying:

"It's the responsibility they should have taken on for making the wrong decision in the first place, so why blame us?"

"Back then, because of the monsters from the Exotic Realm, weren't those old folks from the Hidden World trying their best to merge the Hidden World with the real world?"

"Now look what's happened. The real world can't handle so many people from the Hidden World, and they want us to go back? Where in the world is it that easy?"

"Besides, whether it's true or not, I've been wandering in the real world all along. What does their order have to do with me?"

"The most important thing is that isn't the boss here carrying the burden? Do they really dare to mess with you?"

By the end of it, Fatty's initially angry face had turned into a flattering smile.

He actually wasn't afraid of Yang Yan.

What he's afraid of is this guy causing trouble on purpose, maybe saying something bad to Zhuge Wushuang. Then he wouldn't just die; he'd lose a layer of skin!

"You guys are indeed efficient in getting things done, but equally good at causing trouble. So, as your leader, I'm always on edge!"

Yang Yan fully agreed with Fatty's words.

Including himself, this group of people never liked being restricted.

Otherwise, those bigwigs would have sent Yang Yan to the Arbitration Committee long ago.

"Let's not talk about those annoying things. Boss, by the way, why did you open a clinic here? That's not like you at all!"

Fatty quickly changed the subject, asking curiously.

"Why else? I'm short on money!"

Yang Yan said bitterly:

"You guys haven't been in the real world for the past two years, so you obviously don't know the troubles caused by those people from the Hidden World."

"Basically, the real world has done away with black cards or similar card types, all to prevent them from being misused by those from the Hidden World. Isn't this biting off your nose to spite your face? It's been really tough for me."

At this point, Yang Yan was really annoyed.

The abilities springing up from the Hidden World folks are bizarre and varied. There are even people who can copy all kinds of credit cards and easily crack the password locks inside.

This led to, with the recent fusion of the Hidden and the real world, all the banks no longer accepting credit card transactions.

"Uh... that's actually happening? But people from the Hidden World shouldn't lack money, right?"

Fatty asked, puzzled.

"Not lack money? You're overthinking it!"

Yang Yan curled his lips, saying angrily:

"Ever since people from the Hidden World were no longer prohibited from entering the real world, they've been behaving like they haven't been here for eight generations, causing chaos everywhere."

"And, you don't even know! Those guys are genuinely poor! Their level of poverty would overturn your worldview."

"Put it this way, have you ever seen a Hidden World person stealing a real world person's wallet? Have you ever seen them robbing it?"

Saying this, Yang Yan sighed again and again.

He genuinely admired those using all sorts of abilities to steal things.

Each one seemed to care nothing about their identity and were even somewhat passionate about it.

It's like in the real world, with those wealthy folks who have various eccentric hobbies, like a love for thievery.

"Holy crap, that intense? I better check if there's a problem with my bar! I better go have a look."

After speaking, Fatty turned around to leave.

However, he suddenly remembered something, stopped in his tracks, turned back and asked:

"By the way, Boss, should I deal with these guys casually? Aren't you bothered by them buzzing around like flies?"

Yang Yan chuckled dismissively:

"No need, just go check your bar! As for these guys, I kept them around as practice targets."

"You don't know, it's been ages since I last fought, and I'm getting bored stiff."

Fatty rolled his eyes dramatically, saying with some sympathy:

"Oh my! Those guys are really pitiful. I'll find some time to mourn for them silently for three minutes."

"Alright, Boss, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first. I'll be back in a couple of days."

"Seems like Nine Treasures and them are still at my bar! I'll bring them over next time."

With that, Fatty vanished into the shadows, as if he had never been there.

"Alright, time for some post-meal exercise."

After watching Fatty leave, Yang Yan stretched his joints a bit, then casually glanced around, squinting as he said:

"What? Still not making your move? You've been watching me for half an hour now, haven't you?"

The Spanish man indeed stepped forward, coldly glaring at Yang Yan, reclaiming his former arrogance:

"You're really not afraid to die, are you? Do you know how many people I have on my side?"

Yang Yan wiggled his index finger lightly before the man's eyes:

"What can a bunch of ants do? Do you really think they could bite an elephant to death? What a joke!"

"If you're going to strike, do it quickly. I've had a bit too much at lunch today and need something to do!"

"You guys just came along. It's like when you're dozing off and someone hands you a pillow! I can hardly wait."

As soon as Yang Yan finished speaking, another mocking voice chimed in:

"Young Master, this guy is indeed as arrogant as you said."

"Still, in a place like this, there's no problem if we just kill him, right?"

"After all, he's just an outsider, an Asian. Even if he dies, nobody would care."

The Spanish man's voice immediately rose:

"No, just teach him a lesson and find out if he has any connection with those people. No killing."

"Oh? That's really surprising!"

Hearing the other person's words, Yang Yan was taken aback.

They're actually not planning to kill him?

"Understood."

The person who initially wanted to kill Yang Yan grumbled.

"Make a move! Although this place is remote, it's not devoid of people, hurry up and do it."

The Spanish man's voice fell, and rustling sounds started emanating from the surroundings.

Soon enough, quite a few people had Yang Yan encircled.

Seeing the crowd around him, Yang Yan also chuckled:

"Quite a number of them! Is this the supposed hundreds you mentioned earlier?"

The Spanish man said coldly:

"I don't know exactly who you are, but if you don't tell me where those guys are today, things are going to get bad for you."

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