Chapter 45 Can I invite you to dance (11)
“Do you think I’m easy to fool?” No. 68 said with a smile on his face.
"Then if I say that I am not her boss, wouldn't you believe it?" The man glanced at Wen Chan.
"What do you think?" No. 68 pinched his fingers with a ferocious expression, "Now tell me everything you know, and I can still spare your life, otherwise..."
Wen Chan silently took a few steps back and distanced herself from the two of them.
The next second, her arm was grabbed by the man, who pulled her back forcefully and asked her to stand in front of him, "Help me, boss, but I will run away."
He pulled Wen Chan back. Pushed in front of No. 68, turned around and crossed the guardrail to run away.
“Stop!”
No. 68 took out a pistol from his pocket and pressed it against the back of his head.
"Even I know not to hit women, but you still push your men to others, you scumbag!" No. 68 cursed.
He looked down upon Wen Chan's behavior of going to the sixth floor through the back door. It was his fault, but it was a bit despising for the boss of the family to treat her like this.
Maybe she was forced to go to the sixth floor by this scumbag.
"No, we have something to talk about..." The man turned his back to the two of them and silently raised his hand.
No. 68 grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand, trying to pull him back, "This is not over today!!"
Before he finished speaking, No. 68's arm Suddenly, he was caught by a man. Before No. 68 could react, the man bowed and threw No. 68 directly from the rooftop of the sixth floor to the deck of the first floor.
He stood on the edge outside the guardrail. After throwing the person out, his body was swaying. He only managed to steady himself by grabbing the railing with his backhand.
“Good skills.” Wen Chan praised from the side.
The man turned to glare at her.
Wen Chan walked up to him, lowered her head and glanced downstairs at the deck. No. 68 was rolling in pain and whining.
Wen Chan said quietly: "What a pity, he is not dead, you can't get his points."
"It's okay for him to fall down because of his tendons, but not for your small arms and legs." The man looked at her insidiously.
Wen Chan put her hands on the railing and said in a disappointed tone, "So you don't want to buy information. I thought you were just eavesdropping because you were interested."
Man: "... …”
It was hard for him to say whether he was interested or not.
He was more interested in other things than intelligence clues.
For example, Wen Chan.
But trading with this attitude is not what he wants to see, nor is it what he wants to experience!
He just wanted to see what kind of person this Wen Chan was and whether what he said was true or false. He never thought that he would be exposed and offend the muscular man.
No. 68 was already yelling at people down there. He was a little far away, so he could faintly hear them, and he was swearing quite dirty.
The man thought for a while and suddenly said: "I am your boss, can't I reveal something?"
Wen Chan smiled, "You didn't admit that you were my boss just now, it's just that people didn't believe you."
He had been denying Wen Chan's words, but No. 68 didn't believe him.
Wen Chanbao changed his face.
Seeing that his face looked a little ugly, Wen Chan sighed softly, "Although you didn't ask me to spend money, I can give you a ride for free."
"What?" Man Confuse.
The next second, Wen Chan walked up behind him, passed her legs through the middle of the guardrail, and kicked him down.
"You..."
He didn't have time to say anything, and his body fell rapidly.
Wen Chan lowered his head and looked down, seeing that he was about to hit No. 68.
In the blink of an eye, others disappeared into thin air.
Wen Chan: "?"
No. 68, who was on the deck preparing to catch him and beat him up: "?"
The fallen man disappeared, Wen Chan and No. 68 Looking at each other from afar. The distance was too far to see clearly the expressions on each other's faces, and the only thing that could be felt was confusion.
Wen Chan dropped the umbrella in his hand and turned to leave.
The umbrella swayed downwards and landed on No. 68's head, shielding him from the rain.
…
Wen Chan felt that things were starting to get weird.
The last Adeline's invisibility and the disappearance of the man just now proved this.
When she used to do tasks in the small world, she could only use certain powers in certain specific worldviews, otherwise it would be considered a violation.
But that doesn't seem to be the case in these dungeons. They have no restrictions, so they can use any means to survive.
In other words, are there many people with special powers like that man?
Wen Chan returned to the room in silence.
She had carefully observed the eyes of No. 68 and that man just now, and she also looked specifically at Jike's eyes in the morning.
There are indeed some differences.
As an NPC, even if Jie Ke has some desire in his heart, his eyes are dull in the depths of his eyes, as if someone has given him a task and he must follow the mission plot.
Even You Suo is like this sometimes.
But the two players are different. Their eyes are full of desire and ambition, which is a common characteristic of human beings.
That is the breath of fresh humanity emanating from the inside out.
This clue is actually of little use. If you look carefully, you can find the difference between players and NPCs.
Wen Chan just wanted to test the waters and see what these old players wanted for certain clues.
Now it seems that their demand is not high. For their old players, 10,000 points are not much.
But neither No. 68 nor the masked man were very interested in her clues.
One only felt that there was someone behind her and wanted to meet the players behind the scenes. The other clearly gave her a chance, but he didn't want to spend money and didn't even ask.
It seems that her business will be difficult to do in the future.
Wen Chan clicked on the group chat and took a look.
Someone in the group is asking how No. 68 is doing.
As a result, No. 68 was cursing in the group, offering a reward to the man wearing the mask just now, wanting to know who he was.
Anonymous No. 68: [I offer 100,000 points to reward the man wearing the silver mask! If you have any clues, you can chat privately! 】
Wen Chan raised his eyebrows.
Anonymous No. 1: [Really give 100,000 points if you know his identity? 】
Anonymous No. 68: […]
Just to say it casually, even if he knew, he might not be able to catch him. After all, that guy can disappear out of thin air!
Anonymous No. 56: [So how is the transaction between you two? 】
Anonymous No. 68: [Forget it, I was interrupted by that masked man. That masked man was the boss of No. 1. He couldn’t afford it and threw me off the rooftop. I’m still there now. I'm lying on the deck, will anyone come to save me? I will give 2000 to anyone who comes! 】
Anonymous No. 1: [I’m coming! 】
Anonymous No. 68: [...You’ve never seen points, have you? 】
You can run very fast once you hear the points.
Anonymous No. 1: [As you know, I have just been abandoned by my boss. I have no support in the future and I urgently need points to support myself. 】
Anonymous No. 68: [... Come on! 】
Watching the conversation between the two of them in the group, the man who had just escaped gritted his teeth behind his back.
He didn't dare to say in the group that he was not Wen Chan's boss, otherwise his identity would be exposed.
I can only swallow this stuffy breath in my stomach.
(End of this chapter)