My Players Are So Fierce

Happy Stick walked out of the Blood Eagle Corridor with a pained look on his face, followed by Touching Your Poverty, who looked equally distressed.

Both men had been completely “drained” by that new Vampire NPC, and I mean truly drained.

They not only gave away all the Gold Coins the Scarlet Hammer Sickle Group had saved up over time but were even forced to write an IOU to the flat-chested vampire mechanic in order to get back the legendary “Westerburg City’s Great Secret Treasure”!

Fuck!

When have us guys ever been so humiliated in a game?

To be forced by an NPC to write an IOU, that’s just too frustrating!

“Think on the bright side, Stick Brother.”

Touching Your Poverty, carrying a large Weapon Box on his back, saw Happy Stick with a dark and unsettled expression and, worried that Stick Brother might do something irreparable, whispered his consolation:

“You did actually get the blueprint of the Westerburg City Underground Vault.

That chick didn’t deceive us.

Won’t we know if there’s anything there if we check it out?

That place was once the capital of the Posya Confederation!

Its bank controlled the financial flow of the entire nation.

Even if it’s just the secret vault inside the main vault, if we can really uncover it, it definitely won’t be a loss…”

“But she asked for an ‘intelligence fee’ of 150,000!

Damn it, we now owe her 110,000.”

Stick Brother rubbed his face hard, complaining:

“This means that the profits we have to make from treasure hunting in the Ruins of West Coker City must exceed 150,000 Gold Coins for us to actually earn anything!

And besides, Count Shuren mentioned that there’s still Psychic Plague lingering in Westerburg.

The whole city is full of dead people.

Even though the Exploration Corps cleared out the city when they looted it, there could still be creatures like Ghouls and Undead lying in wait.

I need to recruit more people to get there.

Aren’t you going to have to promise to share a bit with the other guys?

I’ve known Meow for many years, and that guy is pretty cunning.

He’s busy grinding reputation as a student and might not be willing to mix in.”

“You think too much.”

Touching Your Poverty seemed quite indifferent.

He reached out and patted the worried Stick Brother on the shoulder, saying:

“You’ve already spent the money, so are you just going to toss this map in your bag and forget about it?

I mean, come on, let’s just be breezy about gaming.

If you lose, you lose.

It’s not like anyone is blaming you.”

“It’s easy for me to be breezy on my own.

It’s just that I’ve got a group of brothers to take care of now, and you, the big boss waiting for a cut.”

Happy Stick sighed and said:

“I’m under a lot of pressure.”

“You could honestly make me die of laughter with that talk.

Do I look like I lack that bit of yours?

I didn’t fret this much when I lost nearly half a million in three months with my company.”

Little Brother Fu laughed heartily, holding his stomach, and then whistled to summon his Scorpion Lion, which circled as it descended towards him.

He had also had a saddle made especially for riding the Scorpion Lion by the camp’s leatherworker, providing extra defense for Stinky Bao along its body.

Touching Your Poverty climbed onto his own Scorpion Lion and pulled out a Large Caliber Dwarf Trench Gun handmade by Count Shuren from behind in the Weapon Box and tossed it to Happy Stick, waving his hand as he said:

“I really didn’t expect my investment to pay off this quickly, so don’t feel any psychological pressure, okay?

If your company is tight on cash flow, just tell me, and I’ll find a way to get you some money.

To put it bluntly, I am investing in your future, not your present.

You don’t cut leeks like this.

Remember to call me when you decide to go treasure hunting in Westerburg.”

After speaking, Touching Your Poverty patted the mane around the neck of the Scorpion Lion.

The majestic beast roared, spread its bat wings, and shot into the sky, carrying Little Brother Fu, who had received a new weapon, towards the camp outside the city.

He had acquired some truly good stuff and needed to share it with his best buddies.

Life is pretty good was still interning at the camp, so it was the perfect opportunity to see how that guy was doing.

As he watched his boss riding the Scorpion Lion into the distance, Happy Stick on the ground was touched beyond words.

Holding the cool, exquisitely powerful Trench Gun in his hand, he mumbled to himself:

“Are there really ‘Angel Investors’ in this world?

Now I understand how you could lose half a million with just a small company.

Buddy, even if you’re rich, you shouldn’t spend like this.

What kind of family are you from?”

“Hey, Stick Brother, what are you doing here?”

Just as Happy Stick diverted his gaze and began to admire the Trench Gun in his hands, marked as a [Collectible], a loud and rowdy voice rose from the side.

Stick Brother turned his head to look, only to find Loyal Brother striding towards him with vigor.

This guy looked like he had just emerged from Lady Cui Si’s Alchemy Cottage, still carrying some “wonderful” complex “aromas” with him.

As he approached, Happy Stick discretely took a step back to avoid getting contaminated with something dangerous.

This was the guy who had come up with the Molotov cocktail in the game.

Reportedly, he had locked himself in the camp’s warehouse for the last few days, tinkering with something mysterious.

Regardless, he was quite an enigmatic fellow.

However, Happy Stick knew Loyal Brother as they had enjoyed discussing wicked things on the forum when Loyal Brother was part of the Appetite Relief Party.

Since Happy Stick had once been a “Professional,” he was fairly certain that Loyal Brother must have had a service background just like himself.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain his extraordinary knowledge of firearms, beyond the level of a typical enthusiast.

“Whoa, nice stuff!

Let me have a look!”

Before Stick Brother could reply, his Trench Gun was spotted by Loyal Brother.

His eyes lit up as he snatched it, scrutinizing it in his hands and even making a few aiming gestures.

He also stuck his fingers into the barrel to feel around before nodding his head and saying: