Chapter 32: The Stormy Ride

Chapter 32: The Stormy Ride

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The guests of the izakaya left one after another, leaving only Tang Cuo, Jin Cheng and Chi Yan behind.

The lady boss served Tang Cuo his tempura and glared at Jin Cheng: You see, you drove all my guests away.

Jin Cheng shrugged: Maybe they think your cooking isnt good.

Price of food has gone up today, Ill charge you double.

Tsk.

Jin Cheng eventually had to pay the price for his big mouth. If he dared to say No, the lady boss sushi knife might slam down his head.

It was the first time Chi Yan saw the big boss being subdued by someone, and he found it very novel. As they got out of the izakaya, he couldnt wait to ask Jin Cheng about her. Jin Cheng glanced at him: You wont have a chance.

I didnt mean it that way!

Oh.

Jin Cheng had no choice but to spread some gossip, because he felt that if he didnt tell them, they wouldnt believe his innocence. And really, why is this little bastard Tang Cuo looking at me like that? [T/N: Okay, does anyone smell vinegar in the air?]

The lady boss used to be Black Hats lover but they broke up, so dont mention it in front of her. Youll need a long life if you want to engage in the gossip of Yong Ye City.

Chi Yan touched his neck, feeling if it werent for him knowing these two bosses, he would never hear of such exquisite gossip. Moreover, after observing the past few days, he deeply felt that he was too weak, like a low-level nobody that kept bouncing around aimlessly. Such a character would be done for sooner or later in online games, let alone in Yong Ye City.

As he was lamenting to himself, Jin Cheng decided: You go back to East Cross Street first. Tell everyone that if they want to survive, dont come out.

Chi Yan: Huh?

Jin Cheng: You lot are too weak.

Chi Yan: Waaa.

Chi Yan sobbed like a precious little baby, and his green costume made the scene even more intriguing to the eyes. But he was an obedient kid, so he headed back without further nonsense.

Tang Cuo waited for him to leave before asking Jin Cheng: Just now, did you not purposely talk about the [Twelve Movements] in front of other guests?

Jin Cheng: The [Twelve Movements] are not a secret among high-level players, they should already know. But to talk about that in front of ordinary players will be a bit difficult.

Tang Cuo: Do you want to use it in Zone F?

Jin Cheng: I really cant hide anything from you.

Tang Cuo: Im flattered.

Jin Cheng put his hands in his overalls pockets and walked towards Zone F leisurely, his expression seemingly sloppy but hiding a rare shade of seriousness when looked closely. The one I have is the 11th movement. The bigger the number, the less effective it is and the smaller the area that the rules can cover. The legendary 1st movement is called the Golden Movement, which is said to be able to affect the entire Yong Ye City, but no one has seen it until now.

As Tang Cuo listened, he couldnt help thinking that Jin Cheng being punished back to Zone F might be his intention all this while.

Ahead of them was the area where Cheng Ke used to rule over, and it was now the most chaotic place in Zone F. This time, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng didnt make any detours. They just walked freely, their aura from head to toes screaming too cool for this place.

Who wouldnt notice them?

Of course everyone noticed.

The [Twelve Movements] are dangerous things, so you have to follow me closely. If I die, you can pick them up again. Jin Cheng said.

Wont they then try to kill me? Tang Cuo said.

Then we can die together.

I refuse.

The two of them slowly walked and chatted before stopping at the tram station on the roadside. They just looked and didnt do anything. No one knew how many pairs of eyes were secretly staring at them, while in front, the two groups that were about to jump at each other suddenly came to a cease because of Tang Cuo and Jin Chengs arrival, their faces overwhelmed with embarrassment.

Jin Cheng grumbled: Why did they stop?

Tang Cuo: You scared them.

They settled down in the station, Jin Cheng sitting down crossed-leg while Tang Cuo studying the fare. The public transportation system of Yong Ye City was surely interesting: There was everything from bicycles to trams and magical trains, but he barely ever saw them passing by and the fares were exorbitant.

He suddenly recalled the luxury sports cars inside the express delivery shop, wondering if they could be used here.

The people in front eventually didnt fight, so the whole street where Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng stopped became spookily peaceful. The two waited for a while and an old Shanghai-style tram arrived amid a ding dong sound.

The tram driver was a small man with a crew cut and clad in a uniform. He was taken aback upon seeing them, as though he didnt expect that there would be people riding the tram at this time.

How much does it cost to go to East Cross Street?

200,000 RMB, or a quarter point.

It was so ridiculous that Tang Cuo couldnt even bother replying to him, but Jin Cheng the rich man simply paid for two people and walked into the tram.

But just as he walked past the door, a sudden attack came from the sky. Jin Cheng swiftly dodged to one side, then leaned against the carriage and looked up in a certain direction.

What the hell is this naming style?

Tang Cuo flung his hand over the window, his face unflinched. It was, of course, a Blast Egg that he threw. The egg landed into the crowd, opened up like a Pokeball and spewed white smoke. The next second, Kaboom

The deafening explosion threw those men off their backs.

Okay, Tang Cuo now accepted the name Blast Egg. He tried once and confirmed that these Blast Eggs could also be placed in the Inventory Bar. It should be one of the more successful weapons developed by Wen Xiaoming.

The tram ran all the way along the music as the Blast Eggs continued to explode on both sides of the road, even emitting smoke of different colours. One after another, white, red, yellow and green puffs of smoke were blooming like flowers.

Tang Cuo didnt know that Wen Xiaoming had such an artistic inclination.

All of a sudden, the tram shook up violently, and the shaking quickly intensified.

Tang Cuo frowned and strode to the back of the carriage to look out of the window. The long cobblestone street suddenly started to crack in the middle, as if something was about to break through the ground.

He didnt know what that was, but Jin Cheng knew. The corner of Jin Chengs mouth tugged up into a mocking sneer as he raised his bow: All puppeteers use this, are you worried that I cant tell who you are?

At the same time, in the game hall at the central area, many people were talking loudly.

Sure enough, its a big fight!

Can they really win this time?

The opponent is No.1 on the Blacklist, even people in Zone A are not his match. He might have fallen back to Zone F, but he is very strong all the same

Damn its so exciting, I just ran into people coming from Zone F. They said the whole street exploded!

As they talked, the topic again fell back to the [Twelve Movements].

Are those [Twelve Movements] really so awesome?

Yong Ye Citys supreme movements are the same thing as the Declaration of Independence! Dont underestimate that piece of paper. I heard that about a hundred years ago, someone obtained both the 3rd and the 5th movement. With two movements in the hands of the same person, the whole Yong Ye City almost became hell!

Is it really that bad?

Isnt Yong Ye City already hell? Whats the difference?

Immediately, someone smirked: Yong Ye City is nothing. If its a dungeon, you might still have a way to survive. But in the hands of that person, its no longer about whether you can survive or not. I heard that back then, from Zone F to Zone C, all missions became forced missions without even any rest in between. You couldnt see people walking on the street because they were all inside the dungeons, and very few came back alive.

As these words fell, some were frightened while some remained skeptical. Yong Ye City would never show anyone its history, and very few written records had ever been handed down. No one knew if what this person said was true.

Wearing a hat and disguise clothes, Wen Xiaoming walked through the crowd with a lollipop in his mouth, nibbling on it while watching the happenings around him.

The boss had actually gotten hold of the movement more than six months ago and deliberately concealed it, but it seemed he exposed it in the end. The current situation wasnt favourable, making it difficult to weigh the pros and cons. Wen Xiaoming wouldnt be able to make heads or tails of such complicated things. He actually thought about asking the boss to just sell the movement to Black Hat, but the boss didnt agree.

Crunch crunch. The lollipop was chewed to pieces as Wen Xiaoming sat down at a secluded corner. With a candy stick in his mouth, he took out a palm-sized gadget that resembled a portable Whac-A-Mole device and started to play with it.

After a while, Tang Cuos name also got called out in the game hall.

K27216, Tang Cuo, was 3rd from the bottom on Mr. Crows Blacklist. Thanks to the dungeon [On A Snowy Night, He Returns], he was finally not at the very end anymore.

F**k! Are the newcomers so strong nowadays?

You dont know whos behind him? I heard rumours from Ruby Bar that this K27216 is No. 1s disciple

Cant they just go to Zone A? Now I dont dare to go back to Zone F!

Everything exploded, exploded, then exploded again!

In the blink of an eye, a few people rushed in from outside, one of them yelling even before he could catch his breath: They even knocked off Mr. Crows bronze statue!

The entire hall felt a gush of cold air choking their throats as the sounds of F**k echoed endlessly in their eardrums.

Zone F was indeed exceptionally lively.

Mr. Crow appeared out of nowhere and stomped on a smashed bronze statue, the feathers on his head almost falling off with anger: You goddamn disgusting, ignorant players! Im mad! Im mad!! Im mad!!!

The speeding tram was already halfway back to East Cross Street.

It was a giant puppet python that emerged from the ground just now, while its owner was hiding in the dark and impossible to find. There were several special combat classes in Yong Ye City, and puppeteer was one of them. The puppeteers themselves were not strong and not noticeable once standing in the crowd, but their puppet controlling skill was never to be underestimated.

Puppets were built from materials commonly obtained inside the dungeon, but such materials were extremely difficult to come by. Therefore, most puppeteers died before they could fully grow, but if this one-in-a-thousand puppeteer could succeed, he must be very powerful.

Jin Cheng shot seven arrows at the python in a row, completely incapacitating the creature. The python lost its ability to move and its body smashed heavily on the buildings, breaking the bronze statue of Mr. Crow at the same time.

Mr. Crow could only blame his own stinky beauty. Of all places, who asked him to put a statue at the crossroads?

The beautiful singing was still floating in the air.

Half of the trams roof had been destroyed yet the tram continued to run like a moving heap of metal scraps, creating such an intriguing scene. Tang Cuo clenched the gun and leaned against the carriage wall that was still intact, his hand wiping off a trace of blood on his face.

Jin Cheng jumped down from the roof and patted the tram diver on the shoulder: Brother, lets take a detour.

The driver turned around and said: A detour will cost extra, one point per 1.5 kilometer.

What a rip-off. You surely are a civil servant of Yong Ye City, huh?