Pretending To Be A Boss

Chapter 37: Chapter 27: The Bane of Humanity_2

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Having purchased all that he wanted to buy, Tang Xian, accompanied by Dong Ran, returned to his residence and began to make preparations for dinner.

Dong Ran watched Tang Xian bustling in and out, somewhat lost in thought.

This man was really strange.

Pyramid was brimming with talent, and there were plenty of gifted individuals in the mining area as well.

Among those who had proposed to the Second Miss, there were chosen ones with various talents. Some held high positions and possessed wealth beyond imagination.

Although Tang was evidently weak, Dong Ran felt that he was very powerful.

An indescribable kind of powerful.

The food was ready quickly. After serving the delicious Pipi shrimp crab-flavored mushroom soup, Tang Xian didn't bother with formalities and simply served himself a bowl.

As he savored the food, he felt that the cost of the mineflowers was well worth it. He considered himself to have a modest savings by now.

Dong Ran also drank the soup eagerly. Perhaps the greatest benefit of being with Tang Xian was the chance to enjoy delicacies outside of the nutritious meals.

"Tang, what are we going to do next?"

Dong Ran was curious whether Tang Xian was going to hunt the Hellhound for Jiang Ming next.

"Next, I will teach you a dance," Tang Xian replied.

"Dance?"

"Yes, you need to learn it well. People who are agile will look good when they dance it."

Dong Ran did not understand. Could dancing be helpful for hunting in the mining area?

She looked at Tang Xian doubtfully, and he said:

"Dancing is an interesting activity, you'll like it. Before you learn this dance, you cannot follow me into the mining area."

"Why?"

"I have some private matters to attend to in the mining area."

Dong Ran did not ask any more questions.

It was pointless to inquire about private matters, but she couldn't help asking worriedly:

"Will it be dangerous?"

"Not sure, but I've already withstood the most dangerous encounter. There shouldn't be any danger. Anyway, practice the dance steps I will teach you later during the time I'm not back."

"Is this dance useful for anything?"

"Enhancing the bust and lifting the buttocks."

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The delicious pipi shrimps were quickly finished.

This time Dong Ran was responsible for washing the dishes.

Tang Xian sat quietly on the bed, planning his next moves.

He fetched some paper and a pen.

He intended to draw out the dance steps he had thought of—though he called them dance steps, they were actually designed to deal with the creatures in the mining area.

For some of the longer-bodied creatures, turning around was a trouble.

It was a task as laborious as turning around a train.

If the steps were designed properly and guided accordingly, these creatures would be easy to deal with.

Why not practice it himself? The answer was obvious.

Tang Xian soon finished drawing.

After folding the drawing paper, he handed it to Dong Ran. He instructed her about certain precautions, then sent her off.

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The time was nine o'clock at night.

The temporary workers from the lower levels had already returned from the newbie village by this time, and the night was when the lower levels were at their liveliest.

Without the Jiuye Biphasic Orchid from Shang Lu, Tang Xian couldn't proceed to the mining area to deal with Qing JiuYu.

Tang Xian planned to complete the task he had not finished during the day—getting beaten up.

Decay Street might not have everything, but there was absolutely no shortage of hoodlums and ruffians. Three years ago, Bai Ling came here and nearly fell for a trap.

Data about many people flickered through Tang Xian's eyes; most of those on Decay Street had a criminal record. He planned to pick the person with the nastiest character to practice with.

The guild system was one structure that, no matter how human civilization changed, was always retained.

From the higher echelons with various councils, to the lower levels with all sorts of factions or family clans.

One of the most troublesome for the security officers of the lower levels was the Xiang Family.

Unlike other organizations like the Black Tiger Gang or the Triad, "Xiang Family" sounded like a single-family clan. But only a few core members had the surname Xiang; the people underneath were not of the same blood or surname.

These people originally came from Fortress No. 36, a place that had once experienced some turmoil, during which many prisoners were sent to the prison of Fortress No. 39.

A few years later, after serving their sentences, they took up mining in the bottom levels of Fortress No. 39.

They were all ruthless characters, the kind who fought with no regard for their own lives.

The businesses on Decay Street were mostly backed by the higher-ups, but the largest gambling den here was opened by the Xiang Family. In fact, it received secret funding as well.

Tang Xian knew who the people behind the scenes were; for him, the lower levels held no secrets.

In the past, he always avoided provoking these people, preferring to keep a low profile.

Today, he was also keeping a low profile, wearing a mask and a hat.

He walked into the gambling den and, without hesitation, repeated what he had done during the day.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed.

In the noisy gambling den, one wouldn't hear such the sound of a slap meeting a cheek with such gusto.

But it could be seen.

Everyone saw a tall, slender man with scholarly features slap the face of the gambling den's boss, Xiang Peng.

Slap!

The first sound was drowned out by the shouts of the gamblers.

Slap!

By the second sound, the gambling den had quieted down significantly, and people began to look towards Tang Xian.

Tang Xian kicked a security guard aside and grabbed Xiang Peng by the collar.

Slap!

This time, in the silent gambling den, everyone heard the clear sound of the slap.

All mouths hung open, imagining what would come next. This young man, who didn't know any better and was causing trouble in the Xiang Family's territory, certainly wouldn't be able to leave alive.

Tang Xian didn't care as he held Xiang Peng by the collar, slapping him furiously.

Xiang Peng bore no grudge against him. If anything, although he had brought ruin to many gamblers and their families, it takes two to tango.

After all, nobody forced the gamblers at knife-point to place their bets.

"This is my first time smashing up a place, so I might be a little inexperienced. I hope you won't see me as a newcomer and will treat me just as you would anyone else," he said.

Tang Xian's tone was sincere, but paired with Xiang Peng's face, swollen like a pig's head, it seemed highly sarcastic.

But the crowd did not rush forward.

After a half-second pause, Tang Xian suddenly remembered he was using Xiang Peng as a shield. Who ever heard of someone getting beaten while holding a hostage? With a slight sense of regret, he tossed Xiang Peng into the crowd.

"My apologies for the oversight."

Sure enough, a few seconds later, the furious roars of Xiang Peng could be heard.

A group of thugs also raised various steel clubs, starting to rush madly towards Tang Xian.

Tang Xian was swiftly brought down by the surging crowd.

He didn't know how much human resistance he had accumulated during the day, but now, as steel rods as thick as wine glasses struck his body, he didn't feel much. He could only feel the weight of the rods themselves, as if the force exerted by the person swinging them had been completely nullified.

Fortunately, in his mind's eye, phrases like —[Successfully resisted a normal human attack][Acquired 1 point of human resistance]still popped up, so Tang Xian didn't mind it much.

Guarding his face, he found a comfortable seat and waited for the storm to hit.

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Time ticked away, second by second.

Tang Xian didn't count the time, but it must have been quite a while.

So long that the group of people looked at him with exhausted eyes as if he were a monster.

Fortunately, at that time, a message appeared in his mind:

[Human resistance has reached its maximum value, humans will no longer be able to cause any effective damage to you]

[Human resistance has reached the maximum value, unlocking the achievement: Nemesis of Thousands]

[Nemesis of Thousands: Immune to damage from human units, and any damage taken from human units will not exceed 30% of the maximum health value.]

Tang Xian's response was indifferent, with only a slight sense of confusion.

He could still feel the sensation of the steel rods and clubs hitting him, the force originating from humans completely dissipated upon impact.

Swinging blades, rods, and clubs required strength, and with that thought, Tang Xian understood the last sentence in the footnote of Nemesis of Thousands.

Cold weapons and fists would be unable to harm him, but heat weapons that didn't rely on human strength could still cause effective damage. It just couldn't instantly kill him; at most, it would inflict 30% damage to his health value.

In simple terms, even if he were bombed with a rocket launcher, theoretically, it would take four shots to kill him.

"Why do I feel like I'm the arch-enemy boss who specifically conquers humans?" he wondered.

Despite the complaint, Tang Xian was very satisfied with the day's outcome. With genuine gratitude, he looked at the bewildered thugs in the gambling den and thanked them sincerely:

"Next, I will pick a few lucky audience members to accompany me in the next test."