Chapter 833: Chapter 833

Tang Zheng of course knew that joining the Conquerors’ Alliance came with many benefits, but if he agreed right away, it would make his worth appear far too negligible. Planning to leave in a huff was merely a test to see how much they really valued him. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel※fire.net

"Young man, don’t be so impulsive," Song Xiaotang didn’t address Tang Zheng, but rather Chen Xiong stood up, smiling and blocking his path, "It’s actually a very relaxed organization. Besides adhering to rules against infighting, there aren’t too many restrictions on members, which suits a man like you who dislikes being constrained."

Chen Xiong had clearly investigated Tang Zheng thoroughly, even understanding his personality.

"You are very strong, but killing so many foreign Conquerors in team battles will inevitably lead to someone seeking vengeance. Joining the Alliance, they can block all that for you, and even if you want to seek revenge, the Alliance can provide all the intelligence. Of course, officially, we don’t support this."

"What do we have to give in return? Does the Alliance just fight and die for others without any reward? Do you have holes in your heads?" Such staggeringly good benefits made one suspicious, but Tang Zheng had already decided to join; he wanted to glean more information about the Trojan Room.

"Haha, of course not. Those who exert effort will later seek certain compensation from the beneficiary, yes, to be repaid in the Trojan Horse Game," Chen Xiong saw Tang Zheng’s frown and continued, "Actually, most of the time, we just inform the person involved and let them handle it themselves."

"That’s more reasonable," Tang Zheng nodded.

"Such a big man, so full of suspicion, how embarrassing," Song Xiaotang started mocking Tang Zheng again, furious that he had touched her buttocks and thighs.

"Your butt feels quite fleshy, I’m definitely not doubtful about that. Oh, and if I may ask boldly, have you had plastic surgery? Your face is pretty, but what a pity about your bad attitude. Is it that time of the month for you?" Song Xiaotang wasn’t bad-looking, scoring 80 points, but Tang Zheng was completely uninterested, knowing that in the Trojan Room, as long as you have points, anything is possible.

"You bastard." Song Xiaotang gritted her teeth with eyes spitting fire, staring at Tang Zheng, who immediately felt a tightening around his neck as a rope wound around it.

Boom, Tang Zheng released his ability, Gravity Suppression descended, causing Song Xiaotang and Chen Xiong’s shoulders to sink as if forced to kneel, and Chen Hong, who was also affected, simply couldn’t manage and crawled to the ground.

"Enough, stop it," Chen Xiong uncharacteristically pulled a serious face; Song Xiaotang, clearly wary of him, let go of Tang Zheng.

"Don’t try to provoke me again, or I’ll twist off your head," Tang Zheng stared at Song Xiaotang, his voice dropping cold, having been attacked several times—even a clay figure has a temper.

"Hmph," Song Xiaotang didn’t care, turning her head away, ignoring Tang Zheng.

"Little Tang, don’t argue with her. If you won’t think for yourself, think about your family. What if you died in battle? What about your family then? The Alliance may not be much, but it could ensure their well-being in the years to come. These days, just having money isn’t enough."

Chen Xiong wasn’t being obscure, and with Tang Zheng’s intelligence, he got it right away. Chen Hong’s eyes lit up, and she asked first.

"How much power do you control? The mayor?"

In Chen Hong’s mind, that was the limit. But Song Xiaotang just curled her lip corner in a smirk of disdain.

"You come from the Trojan Room and get excited over a mayor?" Song Xiaotang felt she had nothing in common with these people, pulled out her folding knife, and took out the unfinished Grey Wolf figure, continuing to carve.

"Haha, the American Conquerors’ Alliance has managed to plant their people in Congress, influencing some policies, and we’re not far behind. However, we abide by the Trojan’s rules, not wantonly interfering with the real world. It’s merely using our positions at a minimum to do things beneficial for ourselves," Chen Xiong said proudly. The power of the Alliance wasn’t something ordinary people could imagine. Humans have desires, and Conquerors are no different. It’s just that after seeing the Trojan List, what they sought was no longer shallow things like authority, beauties, or money.

Authority—Conquerors could make life-and-death decisions; beauties—no matter how beautiful you are, can you surpass the Four Beauties? With enough points, any beauty from history could be replicated; as for money, that hardly merits mention. Any Conqueror’s net worth is at least several billion at the very least, and the lifestyle they enjoy is far beyond ordinary people’s comparison, like the future gaming console that Lu Fan received—just a simple entertainment.

Beyond these, Conquerors don’t get sick. Even if you leave the Trojan Room with ten thousand points, due to excellent physical qualities, you could live several decades longer, which is something anyone would dream of.

"I still have a few questions," Tang Zheng fell into deep thought.

"I’m all ears," Chen Xiong laughed, knowing this meant the other party was compromising.

"Since Trojan does interfere with the real world, it surely wouldn’t let Conquerors run wild with revenge, right?" Tang Zheng thought that would throw the world into chaos as just a single Level A Thunderstorm rifle getting out could lead to a technological leap for this world.

"Of course, Trojan has a bunch of Scavengers specifically for dealing with that dirty and tiring work. Otherwise, how do you think we handle it after we die and return to reality?" After Chen Xiong finished speaking, he sighed, "The more I understand Trojan’s abilities, the more I feel fear. It’s not something from our plane at all. They are like gods in the heavens, looking down on us ordinary people."