My Players Are So Fierce

1122: 380.

A Father’s Request

1122: 380.

A Father’s Request

Little Wei Ming was not new to being questioned in the game.

Her real-life situation was so bizarre, and her generous nature combined with a tomboyish personality had made her a “legendary figure” in both the game and on forums.

Many veteran players were aware of Little Wei Ming’s true circumstances, but they didn’t elaborate for various reasons.

Therefore, many members of the Appetite Relief Party and new players only vaguely knew that Little Wei Ming was ill, but the specific disease and its severity remained a mystery.

There were even rumors that Little Wei Ming was actually a seriously ill minor, and the Development Team had granted her access to fulfill her wish.

This humanitarian explanation was accepted and even celebrated by many, but to Little Wei Ming, it seemed like a malicious jab at her “dignified” height.

So, when faced with a question from this weird uncle with the ID “Fireworks Beef Bowl,” Little Wei Ming immediately put on a stern face, floating in midair, hands on her hips, she said,

“First off, I’m not a minor!

I’m already 24 years old!

Secondly, I don’t want to talk much about my illness unless you’re some god-doctor who can cure all diseases, so don’t ask further.

And lastly, if you want to borrow money, follow the procedure.

First, go to our Guild accountant ‘Lady Shui’ to fill out an application, and then I’ll lend you the money after waiting for three hours.”

Good grief!

This little one was already developing a “credit business” among players.

It was quite an explosive display of the merchant genes inherited from her dad.

But considering Long Wei Ming was likely the richest player due to her forum gold coin collecting, her occasionally lending money based on “humanitarian” grounds wasn’t a big deal.

However, her reply made the Fireworks Beef Bowl burst out laughing.

The uncle, using a peculiar food as his nickname, shook his head, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword with a gentle tone, he said,

“No, no, no, I didn’t ask out of curiosity, believe me, Little Wei Ming.

I share similar troubles, and my pain might even be worse than yours.”

“Ah?”

His words made Little Wei Ming’s eyes widen.

She scrutinized the uncle before her—probably in his forties, in his prime but with graying hair, and a distinguished yet sorrowfully troubled look between his brows.

His unique aura always carried a hint of melancholy.

And he stood tall and straight while walking, and if one observed carefully, each step he took was of equal distance, and his unique presence easily reminded people of the “Boxing Champion Teacher Li” who had recently gained fame.

Was he also practiced in martial arts?

“It’s a bit abrupt to just start a conversation like this, so let me introduce myself.”

Seeing Little Wei Ming sizing him up, the Fireworks Beef Bowl took the initiative to say,

“My name is Yang Qishan, I currently reside at Lee Slope, and I own a company called…”

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Little Wei Ming hurriedly waved her hands shouting,

“I get your sincerity, but I’m not doing a census, uncle.

You don’t need to tell me your personal information.”

“No, it’s necessary.

Before we proceed with our conversation, I need to verify my identity.”

Fireworks Beef Bowl didn’t mind; he completed his basic information, reminding,

“You can check online.

I haven’t altered my appearance, there are photos of me online.

Confirm my identity, and then we can discuss further.

I have a private room in the tavern, I’ll wait for you there.”

After saying this, Uncle Yang gracefully nodded to the two girls beside him and turned abruptly, leaving Little Wei Ming staring after him, causing Lumina and Meng HaHa to exchange puzzled looks.

“I’ll check it out, you guys wait.”

Meng Ha then found a spot to log off, and a few minutes later, she re-entered the game and said,

“It’s him, he’s the chairman of a logistics company in Lee Slope, the business is quite substantial and famous locally.

I asked my friends over there, and they all know him.”

“But why does he want to talk to me?”

Little Wei Ming frowned and asked while Meng HaHa, with a hint of sympathy and regret, said in a low voice,

“He wasn’t lying; he’s facing the same situation as you.

Little Wei Ming, Mr.

Yang’s wife and child were involved in a shipwreck a few years ago.

Although their lives aren’t in danger, his only son became comatose due to the accident…

It was in the news; I remember it slightly.”

“Oh no!”

Little Wei Ming and Lumina exclaimed in shock, isn’t this the tragic case of an elder burying the younger?

No wonder the uncle said his pain was greater than Little Wei Ming’s.

“So, go and talk to him.”

Meng HaHa softly said,

“I guess he wants to gather some information from you, try using the game terminal to help his son, who can’t awaken in the real world, come to consciousness here.

Honestly, I’m skeptical, looking from a medical standpoint…

But try it, maybe a miracle will happen?

After all, we have a living testament of someone with ALS who can still fly and run.”

“Rawr, then you guys help me redeem my prizes, don’t steal my prize money, and remember to pay the ‘Accidental Earnings’ tax at the administration office, I’m a five-star good citizen of Crimson Castle, after all.”