My Players Are So Fierce

876: 298.

Wumeioge’s Turnaround Plan!_2

876: 298.

Wumeioge’s Turnaround Plan!_2

Belly Brother proactively offered to help the boss with his worries:

“Leave it to me, they’re at the college town, right?

Just so happens, I can absolutely get it done within an hour!

But Sister Pomegranate lives a bit farther.”

“As for Pomegranate’s place, of course, I’ll go pick her up myself.”

Little Brother Fu ran his fingers through his short hair as he squinted and said:

“Don’t you worry about this, let’s all have a good time tonight, the whole evening is on Mr.

Zhang here!”

“Great!

The boss is so generous!

Let’s have a few more lobsters tonight to fill our bellies.”

“A few?

Who do you think you’re looking down on?

If others saw us, they’d think we game junkies couldn’t afford it.

Give Ah Black a heads-up, prepare a lobster for each person, and get a dish of abalones to nourish my brothers!

Make sure he doesn’t try to fob me off with small ones, otherwise, we won’t go there next time.”

“Hehehe, alright, alright, alright!”

Belly Brother flashed a grin and logged off to make the arrangements.

Since he wasn’t a fervent combat party member, he had only snatched up four hunting keys from this event, so he simply handed them over to Little Brother Fu to open for him.

As a dedicated Beast Tamer and reserve Druid, Belly Brother’s interest in the game wasn’t in chasing after equipment, hence his lack of enthusiasm for opening treasure chests.

At this moment, he was more concerned about the “Bonfire and Seafood Barbecue Gala” that night, woo-hoo-hoo, it hadn’t been easy to come by chances to freeload on food and drink like this before.

Little Brother Fu leaned in to quietly discuss his arrangements with Sister Pomegranate, only to be severely glared at by her as she scolded:

“As if you’re the only one with money!

Like you’re the only one who likes to show off, right?

This is way too extravagant.”

“Hehe, just be happy, let’s not talk about this.

I’ll come pick you up later, make sure you dress up nicely so you don’t embarrass your boss.

I’ll go ask Old Huo, he likes to join in the fun so he might just fly over to play.”

Touching Your Poverty laughed and nonchalantly waved his hand before turning to find his best buddy, Life is pretty good.

This posture made Sister Pomegranate shake her head.

She felt that Little Brother Fu’s happiness was laced with another meaning.

Rumor had it that the guy had a business deal going on with Stick Brother—could it be that he planned to unfold his grand ambitions in the game?

He shouldn’t make a loss this time, should he?

Sister Pomegranate did not immediately share this news with the student group but sent a private message to Ayu, advising him not to hurry to find a place just yet.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to let these students who hadn’t yet left school to join society see a bit of the world seemed like a good idea.

As the settlement moment drew near, the atmosphere among the players gathered at the camp was heating up, but up until ten minutes before the settlement deadline, it was only then that Wumeioge and Stick Brother, who had been absent for most of the day, appeared online simultaneously and late.

Perhaps having drunk too much in reality had caused both of them to log in with a groggy, bleary-eyed look.

Stick Brother, flapping his wings, led Wumeioge as they flew in from the city, swaying left and right all the way and spinning in the air.

Occasionally, when the mood struck, they would even fly upside down, looking just like a flight stunt performance.

It was with great difficulty that they landed, both their legs wobbly, requiring help from their respective brothers to get back up.

“Damn, how much did you two drink?”

Three Five Battles hoisted the woozy Wumeioge and couldn’t help but complain:

“What’s the good news?

What’s made you guys so happy?”

“Hehe, good news, great news, won’t tell you now, you’ll know in a few days.”

Wumeioge’s tongue was heavy, but he still knew what was urgent, extracting the wand of the Scarlet Witch attempting to cast a Spring Revival on himself and Stick Brother to sober up.

Due to the drunken tremble, he failed the spellcasting three times in a row, making “Lady Shui” who was passing by unable to bear watching, casually casting two Spring Revivals on them.

“Lady Shui” was a healer…

ahem, those who understood her healing power knew that almost instantly, these two were freed from their “abnormal mental state” and came to their senses.

“Hehe, thanks, Water Sister.”

Stick Brother got up and hopped around a few times, thanking “Lady Shui” and then ran off to join his brothers waiting for the settlement to start.

He was happy because the “business negotiation” with Wumeioge went very smoothly.

The two had known each other for over five years, and once they sat down, three bottles of alcohol later, everything was settled.

If it weren’t for the suddenness of this settlement, they would’ve gone to “relax” after finishing their drinks.

“Bro, didn’t you say you hired someone to help us ‘change our luck’?”

Little Hand, the cousin, came over, jiggling the five wooden keys in his hand, and asked:

“How do you plan to change our luck?”

“Simple, just find Little Red Hand to open it for us, right?

It’s widely recognized that we have bad luck, so we definitely can’t do it ourselves.”

Wumeioge looked like he had everything under control.

He first went to the Adventurer’s Guild camp to collect his seven keys from Old Eugene, then returned to his brothers, gathering all the keys, including those belonging to Yan Song and others.

Their delayed action on the first day meant their final score wasn’t as satisfactory as hoped, but together, the seven of them had 45 hunting keys.

“Wumeioge, I’ve arranged with Cheche from the student group to open the Warrior’s treasure chest key,”

Old Qu repeated the afternoon’s incident, and Wumeioge had some opinions on it.

He felt Old Qu had secured the tenth spot by strength, and Cheche had to swallow any dissatisfaction.

Rewarding the last kill was a rule of the game mechanics; any complaints could be filed as a grievance.

But since the two of them had reached an agreement, it wouldn’t be right for him to say more.