The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPCCh14 - Dong Xing District (2)

"Hahaha, you're exaggerating," the companion was not convinced, "Admitting one failure will not affect everyone's opinion of you."

So don't make up such lies that could easily be debunked to cover up your mistake.

"It's up to you if you don't believe me," she rolled her eyes, "I don't want to meet this person again in the future anyway, it hurts my self-esteem."

"It's naturally due to your bad eyesight, if they were to come across the boss, just one encounter would reveal their true identity."

Mu Zhi had wanted to refute subconsciously but turned her head and hesitated as she remembered her boss's great achievements:

Even if the boss was always forced into running in circles, what kind of person was the boss ah? The famous master of disguise, 'Nian Qianxi' was seen through by him at a glance. To be able to see through players was not just a skill attained by having a pair of eyes.

"Speaking of which, when is the boss coming? If he's not coming then I should finish eating my fill."

"Ah….." There was a sudden commotion downstairs.

The two poked their heads out, only to see that the singers and dancers on stage had stopped moving, the crowd parted slightly to reveal the scarlet carpet below. A hauntingly beautiful couple was unexpectedly discovered amidst the crowd; they moved back and forth gracefully, ready for action.

Before the person even came close, the people on both sides were already full of anticipation, turning their heads one after another to greet the new guest. Even the host of the banquet came over to the door to greet the guest with his new beautiful girlfriend.

A man in a black suit pushed the door open. The cold light from outside contrasting with the crowd walking over on the red carpet and the obscure warm light that spread from his thick sideburns to his gold-rimmed glasses sketched out a graceful and handsome face

He smiled at everyone.

"Ah, it's the boss!" Upstairs, Mu Zhi was pleasantly surprised.

"Brother Saman," a middle-aged man squeezed forward to greet him with a flattering smile, "You also came here to play."

"Mr Dong Feng invited me, how could I not come over?" Saman extended his white-gloved hand.

Dong Feng was listening carefully on the side, the smile on his face became smugger before smiling broadly and went forward to shake hands with the other, "Junior brother Saman ah! If I had known that you were coming, I would've sent someone to pick you up.

Saman's smile remained unchanged, "I won't go in, I just want to talk to Mr Dong Feng about something. Do you think we should find a place, or…?

Dong Feng understood the abnormal meaning behind the other's words and left his dry smile hanging for a few seconds.

"Today is my girlfriend's birthday, business can be put aside for now, we can talk in detail later. Don't worry, there's plenty of time," he stretched out a hand for a brotherly pat on the shoulder, but it was blocked by a white-gloved hand.

"That means you don't want to talk?"

Saman was still smiling gently and elegantly, but the smile did not reach his eyes

"Each person is in charge of one area, yet Dongfeng's business had been carried out in Hong En's territory. We all have rules for how we operate, I don't know if Mr Dong Feng is preparing for bankruptcy, or preparing to pay with his life?"

There was a moment of silence at the banquet. The surrounding guests and even the beautiful couple held their breath nervously, afraid of breaking the sudden silence.

"Ha, hahaha, junior brother Saman really loves to joke," Dong Feng released his arm that was wrapped around a woman, "I will personally talk to Hong En's boss about this matter."

Saman withdrew his right hand, he stared at Dong Feng, "I'm in charge of this matter."

As everyone was aware, Saman's territory does not permit human trafficking, these were the rules he set. Whoever breaks his rules was deliberately seeking trouble.

Dong Feng's people not only intruded into his territory but also broke his rules; these were simply a slap to his face.

Dongfeng's business was quick money, but it was all stained with blood. They would coerce and lure those young and beautiful newcomers out to sell them; to sell their dignity, to sell their personality, to sell until there was nothing left to sell and they would only be able to beg for death.

Saman had forgotten how he became the person he is now but he still remembered that some money cannot be earned.

Dong Feng held his breath in his stomach, he felt like the other was not giving him any face, his complexion turned black.

"Give me face," he said reluctantly, his eyes were fierce as if to say that if Saman did not give him any face, Saman himself would face a bad consequence.

Saman laughed lightly as he removed a white glove with his teeth, "You're the one who's not giving me face."

Several of his subordinates stood up from the crowd, and all of Dong Feng's men on the other side also stood up.

Guests fled in all directions while the two sides had already started fighting each other to the point where countless tables and chairs were broken.

Mu Zhi knew that her fighting capabilities weren't high so she first hid in a safe corner. The small metal insect on her ring flew away and photographed everything on the scene.

The game props purchased in the store had no effect on the players, therefore, everyone used cold weapons such as clubs, swords and spears. There were also a few who used guns and ammunition that were purchased using silver shells.

Silver shells were scarce, thus, guns and ammunition were naturally scarce. So these firefight scenes always end up seeming anti-climactic.

However, players cannot kill other players within the community, acting too excessively such as torturing will lead to an official punishment by the authorities. c

Therefore, everyone chose to fight using hand-to-hand combat rather than having to use precious firearms.

Players in the community were immortal. No matter how serious the injury, even if their head was chopped off, they will certainly slowly recover as long as it was in the player community. But players had to enter games and having disabilities will affect the game so it was still dangerous.

Furthermore, major fights between players in the city would cost a lot of money, so when there was a great amount of animosity between the players, they would all choose to resolve it in-game; because if they died in the game, they would really die.

Once all three lives were used up, they would disappear. XbDrF3

Dong Feng quickly pushed his girlfriend away and pulled out a gun, however, it was knocked to the ground by Saman's boots.

He looked cultured and fair, but if push comes to shove, he was especially ruthless.

Dong Feng was kicked silly as Saman swung a bench, like torrential rain beating down onto the earth. On the side, the gun that was knocked out of his hand was picked up and stowed away happily by one of Saman's men.

Meeting face-to-face, Dong Feng had already fallen to the ground. Saman dragged a chair over with one hand and sat on it, one of the chair's legs pressed on Dong Feng.

His hair was untouched and his coat was unwrinkled, he slowly took off the other white glove.

***

Dong Xing city was as lively as ever tonight, but Ren Yifei was on the other side sleeping peacefully in the evening breeze.

A square concrete room without a single light source consisted of one door, one window, a wood bed and a bathroom.

In addition to fixing the house's framework to the ground, it cost Ren Yifei less than fifty white shells and at most, the small number of daily necessities and bedding made up a total of fifty white shells.

He was deep asleep and was breathing evenly while the strange red string around his wrist gave off a crimson fluorescent glow.

Ren Yifei had a dream.

He seemed to be on a set with everyone being very tall, he looked around the strange world with curiosity and joy, stars seemed to be twinkling in his eyes.

A woman's voice appeared in the dream, "Director, director, give this child another chance."

"It's not that I don't give, he just doesn't cry….this time…."

The disjointed sound of someone's voice came from the distance, they were vague and regardless of whether it was a person or a voice, they all seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass.

He stood there, looking around in bewilderment as a tall shadow passed through his body.

These shadows appeared to be talking, however, they were in a world of their own and not related to him; he only found it novel and interesting.

In this strange world, only one person appeared clearly.

It was the back of a woman wearing a red dress, bright like freshly squeezed nectar.

The woman in the red dress turned around, she was extremely beautiful, like a blossoming red rose.

The woman walked slowly towards him and stood in front of him.

He raised his head, his neck feeling tired.

The woman's face was turned against the light, the long sharp teeth in her mouth were vaguely visible, "You're still smiling?"

He stood in the shadows not knowing what to do: was it bad to smile?

A large hand fell from the sky and ripped the doll that he was holding out of his hand.

At some point, the doll appeared in her hands, it was a black rabbit with many teeth marks on its ears. Oh, it seemed to be his beloved toy.

Knife-like claws grew from the woman's fingers and his doll was torn to shreds.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was like a flood: "Cry for me—"

"I dislike... I hate acting."

The short child raised his head, a familiar face stared at him from across the dream.

"I know," Ren Yifei said, "But the world is so bad, there's nowhere to go, the only way is to act."

Ren Yifei woke up and looked at the concrete ceiling. I0qxjc

Annoying dreams.

He felt under his pillow, but this was not his home so there was no candy under the pillow.

No candy, no happiness.

It was pitch black outside the window, there was no moon nor stars in this place, only those colourful strip things in the sky. However, their light was too weak to dispel the darkness.

In the silence of the night, he didn't know how to deal with these sullen emotions; the dark clouds gathered and pressed down on him, making him unable to breathe.

Ren Yifei's fingers rubbed the red string which glowed with a red light; red like blood.

The Cape of Desolation, that was what the white screen had called this place.

A world that is different from that of a civilised society.

The previous hellish system turned him from a person into a malicious spirit, what was this one going to do to him?

Here, shells were used as currency and everything rallied on purchases, the existence of a store illustrates that all goods did not have the ability to regenerate. UmvPaI

He needed three meals, accommodation and transportation, therefore, he had to use money.

There seemed to be no requirements to participate in the games, but the words 'needs money' were written everywhere.

About the Cape of Desolation, about the game- he was in no hurry to learn immediately.

Ren Yifei was too sleepy, he wanted to rest.

Everything other than sleep can be put aside.

The world outside the window was still dark, but his world had changed; Ren Yifei entered his mindscape.

It was also a small room with concrete walls on all sides, there were countless books hanging from the ceiling looming over like dark clouds.

Each book contained a character, a character that was created by Ren Yifei.

He laid on the concrete slab and looked at the clouds of books above.

A book fell and landed in his hand. On the surface of the book stood a cheerful and smiling young man who was wearing a faded short coat and coarse clothing with a pair of mullet-bottom shoes on his feet. He was standing there lazily with a slack posture.

A Fei.

He may seem idle, but he was hot-blooded.

Very good, it's warm.

He rested his head on the book and felt a variety of warm and soft emotions coming from it.

For a moment, he felt as though he was a cold-blooded animal lying on a rock and lazily basking in the sun, being warmed by the sun, then, inevitably creating a little illusion that he actually had a temperature.

But the sun faded and everything went back to how it was previously.

He felt the temperature of the book and slowly closed his eyes, letting his soul unfold as if it was being exposed to the sun.

It's so warm, A Fei's emotions.

"Look," he said to the immature child in the dream, "We are such creatures that could not live without acting."