Chapter 68 Intermission 15

Chapter 68 Intermission 15

"Oh... it’s Atobe-sama." Feng Bujue turned to the sound and saw Atobe-sama and Ming Zi as well as two more players with them. Feng Bujue had not seen them before, but none of the players’ IGNs were hidden at the market. With one glance at the two names, ’A name is so hard to find’, or Qu Ming, and ’A hard find, one’s name’, or Zhen Nan, Feng Bujue knew that they were from the same gang.

For a group like them whose relationship was so apparent just from their IGNs, they were obviously friends in real life and not acquaintances who had just met each other in game.

From the looks of it, it was Atobe-sama’s IGN that stood out from the rest.

"Tsk tsk... Stop right there, don’t act like we’re friends," Atobe said. "Don’t you remember how much you scammed us in the previous scenario?"

"Oh, why would you say that?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Acting dumb is it? You told us to focus on training our marksmanship at the gun store, but it did not take long for a super powerful monster to appear and one-shot us almost instantly," Atobe complained.

"Then, have you levelled up your marksmanship to E?" Feng Bujue retorted.

"Hmm... Well, we have," Atobe replied.

"Then, case closed. The goal has been completed. Your marksmanship improved from N/A to E, and you gained some equipment. So, you died; I never promised that you would survive until the end, did I?" Feng Bujue turned the question back. "Furthermore... why did you expect me to carry you to the end of the scenario? I’m not a professional player paid to help other players train their level."

"Well, the man has a point," Ming Zi said.

"What point‽" Atobe roared, but he could not come up with anything to counter. At the time, he and Ming Zi had been completely dumbfounded by Feng Bujue’s demeanor and chose to listen to his orders, so they could not really blame him for what happened. "But never mind, I am not as narrow-minded as that. Furthermore, we did receive some EXP when the scenario was cleared, so I shall forgive you."

Atobe pushed him away. "I don’t think I can understand your simile..."

"Sigh... Mr. Feng, you see, he just refuses to listen to us," Ming Zi added weakly from the back, which Qu Ming and Zhen Nan confirmed.

"So damn stubborn..."

"I think the guild name should just be changed to Hyotei Money Boys Club..."

"What are you guys grumbling about‽" Atobe roared. "I’m the guild leader, remember?"

Because his voice was slightly loud this time, a virtual guard immediately materialized next to them. The guard had a humanoid shape, about 1.9 meters tall with no skin but a complete metallic skeleton. It looked like the robot from Terminator. He was wearing a black uniform with "Security" printed in huge letters on the back. If there was any commotion in a public area, like a gang fight or something like that, the virtual guard would show up to maintain the order and peace.

"Is there any problem here?" The guard’s voice was set up to be a robotic tone that had no emotions, but actually, they had incredibly high intelligence, so they normally would not rely on brute force but reason unless it was absolutely necessary.

"There’s no problem—we’re just chatting," Feng Bujue replied. The guard nodded, looked at them, and turned to leave.

"Looks like I’ll need to return to the log-in lobby to skim over the complete open beta game manual again." Feng Bujue looked at the retreating guard and smiled.

"Anyway, we’re not going to stay to talk nonsense with you anymore lest this group of people finds more opportunities to sell me out," Atobe told him. "In the near future... when we, Hyotei, make a name for ourselves, this logo will naturally become the symbol of power. Ha ha ha..."

He had his arms on his waist and laughed. He waved at his friends. "Let’s go..."

Before leaving, he turned back to say, "Mr. Feng, we’ll definitely meet again. If you ask me for a signature in the future, I’ll be kind enough to let you cut the queue. Ha ha ha..."

Feng Bujue’s lips twitched, and he laughed drily. "Good... goodbye..."