Black Knight From Blue Star

Chapter 162 Money is the enemy of all emotions

 Neither of the two major anchors started live broadcasting.

 When the two met, they both felt the atmosphere was strange.

 Last time, Da Jiba stabbed Xixi in the back, and Xixi stabbed Dajiba again.

 On the surface, the two seemed to have written it off, but they still felt awkward when they met.

 After a while, Xixi was still relatively happy and spoke first: "I haven't seen you for a few days. What have you been doing recently?"

 Because the matter of eliminating nearby spy organizations is relatively secretive and time is tight.

Hence, I haven’t started any live broadcasts, and I don’t have time to watch videos. I don’t know what big muscle tyrants have done recently.

Dashu Ba thought that Bing Xixi was mocking him, so he snorted in displeasure and left without answering.

“How rude.” Xixi shook her head and left.

 He had to go back and reorganize his troops, because the army was about to move out.

  Big muscle bully asked the guards to meet Hadi in the tent.

This guard is a member of the Silver Wing Knights. He looked at the other party with angry eyes before going in to report.

 The big muscle tyrant felt baffled.

Soon the guard came out and said coldly: "Mr. Hardy asked you to go in... Bah!"

 He spit thick phlegm at the feet of Dajiba.

Dashu Ba was very unhappy, but he still suppressed his anger and entered the tent.

Hadi was sitting inside. He had already seen the skirmish outside the tent just now.

 After Big Muscle Ba came in, he did not raise his head and continued to check the data, but at the same time he said: "Are you unhappy when others spit on you? The knight just now, his brother died in your raid."

 Hearing this, Da Jiba fell silent.

Although he has a lot of cleverness, he still has a basic moral bottom line.

 “What did you come to see me for?” Hardy asked after waiting for a while.

Da Jiba said with some shame: "Sir Hardy, can you introduce us to some tasks or jobs that can make money faster, otherwise we will not be able to pay off our debts."

Hadi raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "I heard Bian Xixi say that you are very rich!"

“Actually, it’s just average. Besides, you can’t get money from another world here.”

The big muscle tyrant smiled awkwardly, scolding Bing Xixi in his heart for exposing everything to the NPC.

Hardy also chuckled.

 Can’t you get the money? Have your own way.

 He was a gold miner in his previous life.

But forget it, it has only been in open beta for more than two months, and not many players have money.

It is difficult to buy gold.

Hadi thought for a while and said: "Then become the vanguard. I know that you and Bing Xixi have some quarrels, so the forty of you formed a team of your own."

 “Am I capable of acting alone?”

 “Of course not, I don’t trust you.”

 The big muscle tyrant was a little unhappy, and he said angrily: "Then what do you want from us?"

"Didn't I say it? Be a vanguard, obey orders, and get money." Hardy smiled.

 The big muscle tyrant just doesn’t want to do this.

This way, he felt like he was completely under Hadi, and he was very unhappy.

 Actually, he was not targeting Hardy, but Bing Xixi.

 After all, Bing Xixi first worked under Hadi and was very successful.

  He has talked about this before in the live broadcast room, saying that players should be free and not be attached to a certain NPC organization or force.

 At most, it is to take over their tasks.

Now if he directly joins Hadi's command, wouldn't what he said before become nonsense?

 Men always have a subtle desire to win in strange places.

"Then you have no choice but to leave here and go somewhere else to make money." Hadi paused and smiled: "And for every two copper coins you earn, one will disappear and be placed with the goddess of light until it is returned. Until the contract amount is paid off.”

 Hearing this, the big muscle tyrant’s face turned green.

He now understands that this NPC is completely in control of himself.    Grass, really crushed by IQ.

He came out of the commander's tent in a daze, left the coalition camp, and came outside the woods.

 A group of players rushed up.

 They are all people who have signed a bright contract.

 “How’s it going, boss?”

 “Would that boy from Hardina be willing to give us some benefits?”

 “Two million and a half million, how can I pay it back? And I won’t delete my account.”

 “Is our account so useless?”

 “Boss, say something, boss!”

Facing the noisy sound, Big Muscle Boss suddenly shouted: "That's enough! Stop talking."

 Everyone quieted down.

Da Jiba said: "No one wants this to happen. We only have two choices now."

 He paused before continuing.

“One is to work as Hardy’s dog. You can make a lot of money. It’s easier to pay back the money.”

“The other one is that we go out on our own and stay far away from Hadi, but half of the money we earn will be taken away by the goddess of light until it is paid back.”

These players in Jialan Temple began to think about which method is more suitable for them.

 After a moment, Big Muscle Boss said: "Those who chose the first option raised their hands."

 Suddenly more than a dozen people raised their hands.

Da Jiba sighed and said: "I choose the second option. Let's separate and try to pay back the money first."

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Damn it, why do I have to pay back so much money? Although this is not real money, it is still two million and a half million. I will change my account again, earn this money, and then change my account again." Isn’t it good to make real money?”

  “Those who cannot change their numbers cannot rebuild new characters.”

“Then I will scrap this virtual cabin and return it to the game company and ask them to replace it with a new one.”

 After saying that, this person went offline.

Although he didn’t scold Big Muscle Bao at all, every word he said felt like a slap in Big Muscle Bao’s face.

 Two and a half million, this number is not difficult for him, but for other players, it may not be possible to save it in a lifetime.

This man’s words immediately aroused the imitation of many people.

 More than twenty people left at once.

 The scene is much empty.

 The big muscle tyrant sighed helplessly.

This time it was indeed him who caused the problem. It stands to reason that he should pay full compensation to the netizens who followed him.

 But that’s an amount of nearly 100 million, and he, the big muscle tyrant, doesn’t have that much money.

"Boss, do you have any ideas?" A player came out and said, "As long as you say a word, we will follow you. It's only 2.5 million. If you be serious, you can make it back in a few years. "

“It’s not that easy to make money.” Da Jiba himself didn’t have much confidence: “Everyone, please log off first. I will log off as well and think about this matter carefully.”

 More than 20 people hesitated for a while, but finally listened to Big Muscle Master’s words and logged off.

 Da Musha was in a daze for a long time, unable to come up with a suitable solution, and finally went offline.

Two days later, the French coalition finally set off. Their target was the southern faction's 'capital', New York City.

This city is the transportation hub in the south. Traveling from north to south and traveling across the ocean by ship must pass through this city.

 It is also the economic center of the southern faction.

 After arriving in this city and resting for a few days, they will move towards the central front.

Then on the way, Big Muscle Ba led people to catch up, found Hadi, and said that he was willing to be a vanguard and contribute to the French coalition, hoping to give him a chance.

Hadi looked at them, frowned and asked, "Why are there only twenty-one people left?"

 The big muscle tyrant was so ashamed that he was speechless.

 (End of this chapter)