Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1028 - 11: The Red Trojan Horse and Beating the Newbie (Three More, 10,000 Words)

Chapter 1028: Chapter 11: The Red Trojan Horse and Beating the Newbie (Three More, 10,000 Words)

"Could it be Old Xu?" Tang Zheng felt rather annoyed, as the honest man proved to be even more stubborn than himself.

"That’s him. By the way, are you interested in that female manager? I think she would be very willing to spend the night with you, don’t worry, she’s still single, so you don’t need to feel any pressure," Yu Manli didn’t understand Tang Zheng’s principles of life. To her, if an average person had what he had now, even if they didn’t become corrupt, their life would inevitably be extravagant.

"No need," Tang Zheng rejected the proposal curtly.

In the following days, Tang Zheng made phone calls to Xin Lan, but no one answered. He staked out at her house only to find the anti-theft door closed, leaving him extremely frustrated. During this period, Teng Yuangxiang repeatedly called him, hoping to have dinner together, but he declined politely. Pang Meiqin temporarily gave up because she had found a stalker and was planning to set him up.

The fifteen days flashed by in an instant, and it was time to enter the Trojan Room again. Tang Zheng touched his mobile phone, but in the end, he didn’t contact An Xiu Ru, because he really didn’t want to make her sad.

Three seconds later, the teleportation ended and his vision cleared. Looking at the surrounding environment, Tang Zheng was startled. He was standing on an L-shaped corridor with wooden flooring, a security door in front, and three ordinary bedrooms at the other end.

This was the Red Trojan Horse Room in the North America section that he had visited before.

"Fuck, am I going to be an extra again?" Tang Zheng couldn’t help but curse aloud. He ran to the security door and tried the handle, but unsurprisingly, it wouldn’t open. Then he entered the master bedroom.

A dozen pairs of eyes immediately shot toward him, coldly staring at Tang Zheng. Judging by the color of their skin and their physiques, they were a group of Nordic people.

The cube was still in the middle; it was the Red Trojan Horse. However, Tang Zheng had no time to pay attention to it because the sounds of screaming were piercing his eardrums.

Two burly men, resembling wild bears, were pummeling two black men. They had taken off their coats, now only wearing black elastic vests, stretched tight across their muscles, with blood cross gothic tattoos on their shoulders.

There were four more men and three women beside them, all of them looking displeased and impatiently arguing about something.

"Seems like a newbie?" This group of Nordic youth didn’t have any equipment, but they exuded a strong presence.

Upon seeing Tang Zheng, one of the men immediately walked over but soon stopped as the teleportation continued.

This time twenty-eight American college students appeared. They were dressed in odd costumes, apparently at a cosplay party; several of them even carried bottles of alcohol, but now they were all quieted down, faces exhibiting varying expressions of shock as they looked around at each other.

"Where’s the lunatic? Were we shot?" a male student yelled out, "Call the police, quick."

"What place is this?" The screeching voice belonged to a blonde girl dressed as a pumpkin, but now her ample chest was covered in blood. Though the wound had healed, the blood could not be erased.

A heartbroken male student had burst into the college party with a gun and opened fire, killing these unfortunate souls.

They also noticed the Nordics who were beating up the black men.

"Hey, stop that!" A sunny and handsome youth dressed as Superman immediately shouted, urging them to halt their violence. The other students, reminded by another blonde male, also stopped their shouting, gathered together, and confronted the Nordic people.

The two Blood Cross men looked at them coldly and pulled out butterfly knives, drastically changing the atmosphere. However, the teleportation was still ongoing.

This time it was Italians, six men and five women—all in their twenties—and they were dressed in swimwear, having drowned while swimming at the beach.

Upon entering the room, they sneezed a few times and then froze, instinctively huddling together.

Whistles started up one after the other, and it was undeniable that Italian women were forthright, all in bikinis, exposing large swathes of their chests and smooth skin, igniting desire.

Someone shouted something in English, and then all the foreigners’ eyes fell on Tang Zheng. Inevitably, his yellow skin stood out the most.

The Nordic man approaching Tang Zheng shrugged and continued forward, muttering swear words under his breath. He stopped in front of Tang Zheng and placed his right hand on Tang’s head, gauging their difference in height, then turned around and yelled something to his companions.

"It’s a shortie," he shouted.

Tang Zheng was over 1.8 meters tall, but he still seemed somewhat short compared to the Nordic man at 1.95 meters.

The American students and Italian men and women kept silent, all staring tensely at the two men, believing the black men lying on the ground, moaning in pain, reflected the fate awaiting the Asian youth.

As expected, the Nordic man made his move, lunging for Tang Zheng’s neck. The women screamed instinctively, but the teleportation continued and this time a group of Japanese college students arrived.

There were sixteen people in total—ten men and six women—who, upon arrival, witnessed an Asian youth throw a heavy punch that landed on the Nordic man’s stomach. The hulking man, resembling a wild bear, let out a howl of pain, clutching his abdomen and dropping to his knees as the sharp pain deprived his legs of strength.

"Why can’t you take a hit?" said the Nordic man in Swedish, so Tang Zheng responded in perfect Swedish before grabbing the man’s hair and pulling him toward the ground.

Bang, Tang Zheng’s knee shot out, striking the Nordic man’s nose, causing blood and broken teeth to spew as the man rolled away.

"Don’t!" several Nordic men charged over and surrounded Tang Zheng, for this guy fought too well, so they did not act but instead faced off with him. One of them dragged their injured comrade out of the combat range.