Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 252 Trembling!

Li Zheng's first target was the three mud-covered chickens who escaped from Channel 2 and 4. These three must have communicated before leaving, as they were all on the same channel.

He originally thought that the three of them were on the same channel so that they could cooperate and look out for each other.

However, when he teleported there, he discovered that the three mud-baked chickens had actually teamed up.

When Li Zheng arrived at the room, the three mud-covered players had just killed a gold-level creature and were resting.

They sat cross-legged around each other, each holding a healing tool, chatting casually.

Perhaps not expecting Li Zheng to find them so quickly, the three were completely unaware of Li Zheng's arrival, and made no attempt to conceal their conversation.

One of them, while putting a splint on his own bones, said, "What do you think the higher-ups are thinking? Li Zheng has already fallen out with Takamagahara. Wouldn't it be better for us at Genesis to reap the benefits? Why set a trap for him?"

The splint was on, the machine started, and he convulsed in pain, yelling, "Kuso!"

Another person had a laceration to his chest, with three bloody wounds so deep that bone was visible, and he was sprinkling a bottle of powder on them.

The powder rubbed against his wound, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if Genesis and Takamagahara are at odds, that's an internal matter for our Mukbang people. Who does that Chinese pig Li Zheng think he is? He dares to kill one of our Mukbang people, and he'll have to pay the price!"

The third person appeared to be suffering from internal injuries, his face ashen. After swallowing a bottle of nanobots, he said, "You're all wrong. Cough... I received information that the higher-ups at Genesis contacted Takamagahara a few days ago, preparing to join forces to exterminate the Chinese. The discord between us now is just a facade, used to lull others into a false sense of security."

As he spoke, he coughed violently, vomiting two mouthfuls of foul blood, and his face turned rosy.

The first person, enduring the pain of the splint being adjusted, spoke with difficulty: "A coalition? If Radiation Island finds out, won't they resort to desperate measures? Those monsters aren't numerous, but their strength is terrifying. If the pressure from our coalition is too great, they might be forced to join forces with other organizations to deal with us, right?"

He seemed to realize something, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes, looking quite alarmed.

The third person glanced at him and said, "You don't know this, but the strongest monsters on Radiation Island are too busy taking care of themselves to have time to look after us."

The second person sprinkled medicinal powder all over the wound, took out a roll of bandage and wrapped it around, and asked while wrapping it, "Where did you get this inside information?"

The third person smiled reservedly: "My brother, Itazura Ryoma, told me all this."

"Banquan Longma!"

The name caused the other two to exclaim in surprise: "Is it the first heir of the Itazumi family, Itazumi Ryoma?"

"The legendary reclusive family that controls the electricity of the entire Muddy Country, the Itazumi family?" The man wearing the bone-setting splints looked strange. "But I heard that Itazumi Ryoma only has one younger sister named Itazumi Rin, and no younger brother."

The third person looked somewhat uneasy and stammered, "He's my half-brother, but the family hasn't publicly acknowledged him because they're concerned about their reputation."

As if explaining something, he added, "Actually, my treatment within the family is not much worse than that of Itazumi Rin."

"Understood, understood." The other two nodded, looking like they understood each other perfectly.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

After a while, the effects of the bone-setting splint wore off, and the man looked much more relaxed. He let out a breath, removed the splint, and started moving his arm.

To break the awkward silence, he started a conversation: "I heard that ten years ago, when the technology level in China was still relatively backward, didn't your family plan to develop the power industry there?"

"It seems that we encountered some kind of resistance at the time. The three subsidiaries established in China were even reported in the newspapers later."

The second man, having finished bandaging himself up like a dumpling, chimed in, "Yes, I vaguely remember that too. Ever since then, the Banquan family seems to have always advocated for low-key development." "Writers?" Banquan bastard scoffed, "They're all just money-grubbing good-for-nothings."

The man was somewhat skeptical: "With those money-grubbing scumbags who don't care about their roots?"

“Yes, just because of those trash!” Banquan bastard smiled mysteriously: “Never underestimate the power of rumors. Do you know how many Chinese students these trash bring to our Muscovy country every year by making pro-Nigerian remarks? That’s all foreign exchange, Chinese money is much more valuable than our Muscovy money.”

"Yes, if we charge each person several hundred thousand yuan in tuition, they'll go back to their home countries and praise our education as better."

"Haha!" Another person suddenly laughed, seemingly remembering something. "I remember reading an article that was widely circulated in China before, saying that our mud-baking company scrubs the toilets seven or eight times, and that the water in the toilet is drinkable... Hahaha... People actually believe such a idiotic article! Who would be stupid enough to drink toilet water?"

"Who would drink that?" Banquan the bastard said with a sneer, "People from China, I've heard that there are actually people in their country who follow this practice."

"There really is one?" The other two were astonished.

"With such a large population, isn't it normal for some idiots to emerge?" Banquan the bastard said dismissively. "Don't think those who have been bribed are really that smart. I once met one who claimed to be an associate professor at some university. I arranged for him to have two prostitutes with diseases every night, and he still managed to feel superior."

"An actress with a disease? You wouldn't be talking about..."

“Yes, those kinds of actresses. Some Chinese people like that kind of thing.” Banquan Bastard seemed to recall the scene and showed a look of disgust: “The next day, that guy came over to shake my hand with gratitude, but it disgusted me so much that I chased him away without even looking at him.”

"I heard that after returning to China, he did a lot of dirty things in secret, spreading the disease. Tsk tsk tsk... A pillar of the Dragon Kingdom? Heh."

“I just remembered something,” the bandaged man suddenly said. “Shortly before entering the Matrix, a black man killed a girl. Did you know about that?”

"I know... about relationship troubles!" Banquan Bastard put his hands in quotation marks: "You can tell what this kind of talk means just by looking at it. I got some information through some special channels back then. Do you know how cunning that black guy was?"

"When their attempt to assault him failed, they beat him several times! Then he tried to run away, and all four of his limbs were broken!"

"Right, right, you know so much about this, you're quite shrewd yourself, aren't you?... Hmm?" Itazumi Ryoma said subconsciously, then suddenly realized that the words he had just heard weren't spoken by the three people present.

Only then did he notice that his two companions, who had been looking terrified, were pointing behind him and stammering for a long time without being able to utter a single word.

He realized something, and cautiously, little by little, turned his head away.

Behind them, a young man stood not far away with a Doragon-like pet.

The young man's face was ashen as he was removing a bracelet-like device from his wrist.

“Li…Gulu…Li Zheng?!” Banquan bastard called out the other person’s name in a trembling voice.

Li Zheng's lips curled into a sinister smile: "It's me."

He put away the emotional balance bracelet and, for the first time, actively indulged the murderous urge that surged within him.

That murderous aura flowed from the depths of his heart, spreading throughout his limbs and bones, stimulating every cell.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the depths of his soul, and Li Zheng's body abruptly changed, swelling into a two-meter-tall little giant, with the purple flames in his eyes rising higher than ever before.

"Kill you first, then kill the black devils!"

It seems someone urged me to update before it was published? Where did that comment go?
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