My Players Are So Fierce

1240: 419.

I want to compete with you in luck, the wager is my miserable life!

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1240: 419.

I want to compete with you in luck, the wager is my miserable life!

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People do your laundry, cook for you, and even actively learn from you as they treat you as a mentor.

Tsk, if I hadn’t joined the game late, you wouldn’t even be in the picture, kiddo.

Heaven pitied you, a single loner, and blessed you with two perfect paper wives, yet you didn’t follow the script, and even spat out the meal that Heaven fed you.

That’s awesome, man!”

“Shut up, I’m really annoyed right now.”

Dust Beater, rubbing his face in agony, sighed:

“Last night, the sisters sent someone to give me an ultimatum.

If I don’t give them an answer, they’re going to follow Miss Pailian to the Ligurian Peninsula, and I guess they won’t be back for many years.

Moreover, several escorts from the Bataxin Business Association even threatened me, saying that if I dare to make the young ladies sad, I should just wait to be bagged up.

I’m wrongfully accused!

I clearly didn’t do anything.”

“Ah, who makes my brother so handsome?”

While seemingly comforting, the Brick Mover was actually relishing the gossip.

He served his brother a cup of tea with a smile and sneakily questioned:

“So here comes the problem, between the demure and elegant older sister, Delia, and the enthusiastic younger sister, Mia, who do you actually like?

You can’t keep them hanging forever; you need to give some response.

Although we can’t take the next step in our current state, isn’t having paper wives all about the Platonic love in our hearts?

How wonderful that is.

Come on, tell me, who do you really like?”

Faced with Brick Mover’s harassment, Dust Beater pulled a deadpan and remained silent until he was so annoyed that he finally exploded:

“Can I have both?

Dammit, stop freaking asking!”

“F*ck!

That’s badass!”

Brick Mover, who had a girlfriend in real life and was already on the path to marriage, exclaimed with a thumbs up:

“My brother is going places!

He hasn’t even held a girl’s hand in real life, yet he wants to have it all in the game.

Every loser thinks about having it all, but let an experienced one advise.

Bro, you can’t even handle one.”

“Sigh, what’s the use of talking about this now?

They’re about to leave.”

Dust Beater was deeply morose.

Brick Mover was about to comfort him when he suddenly heard a ruckus outside the tent.

It seemed there was a loud argument and someone shouting, “Beat that bastard to death with a shovel.”

This changed Brick Mover’s expression.

He immediately grabbed his weapon belt and dashed out, followed closely by Dust Beater.

They knew that the new foremen and laborers were having a conflict.

Such occurrences were not uncommon in real-life construction sites, let alone in Transia, which still operated under medieval social rules.

The regional conflicts here were even more intense.

However, Dust Beater and Brick Mover thought it was their side’s foremen who stirred trouble, but when they arrived at the scene, they realized the problem wasn’t from their side.

The laborers already chosen by Brick Mover were far away, not involved in the small-scale chaos; instead, a group wearing Golden Flower Kingdom Border Defense Force uniforms was confronting the foremen from the Stonemason Brotherhood.

One older foreman, supported by people, was bleeding from the head and getting bandaged.

At that moment, neither side had weapons, but how could strong-willed Transia people tolerate this?

The Stonemason Brotherhood workers had already picked up rocks and sticks from the ground, glaring angrily at the troublemaking soldiers before them.

However, this was happening inside a temporary military camp of the Border Defense Force, and they definitely had the numerical advantage.

Moreover, Dust Beater guessed that this conflict was deliberately provoked since many malicious-looking fellows had surrounded them right after the conflict erupted.

“Sh*t, it’s like what happened in Bataxin City all over again.”

Brick Mover gripped his revolver and whispered:

“I heard Lumina boasting, saying that they had encountered the same issue in Bataxin City before, these unruly soldiers know they are just cannon fodder and don’t plan on obeying.

Previously, it was Lord Maxim who intervened and subdued them, but there are too many people here, and if fifty thousand people start rioting, it can turn into a bloodbath in no time.”

“What are you afraid of?

We have soldiers.”

Dust Beater was already irritated.

Seeing these troublemakers delivered to his doorstep, he showed a look of cutting the Gordian knot, grabbed the nearby flare gun, and was about to signal for the Winged Cavalry to come and quell the riot.

Psh, under the iron hooves of the Winged Cavalry, even the more ferocious and brutal Wolf People were just meat on the chopping block, let alone these soldiers who knew nothing but bluster.

And considering the grudge between the Winged Cavalry and the Exploration Corps, once the Valande Knights received the order, Dust Beater believed the fate awaiting these Goldenrod soldiers would be a murder that could be recorded in Transia’s history books.

The Mountain People might be simple, but their way of dealing with enemies could make even the most brutal vampires feel ashamed.

“Stop!”

Just as Dust Beater was about to fire the flare, Brick Mover quickly reached out and stopped him.

He said sternly:

“Old Chen’s plan depends on these people to be realized.

If you kill them all, who’s going to build roads and bridges?

Do you really want to go down and clean up yourself?

Don’t act rashly; rashness is the devil!

This batch of laborers is very important for Sir Morphy and our cause.”

“What do you suggest we do?

These bastards who don’t understand Transia’s rules are clearly here to stir up trouble.”