The Trial Game of Life

Tang Cuo has getting up qi, very serious getting up qi, how angry can he be?He was so angry that he had just recovered to 8% of his health, and then dropped to 7%.

Jumping repeatedly on the brink of death.

But the more he was at this time, the more patient he was, and even the volume was lower than usual, in a delicate balance between nervous breakdown and violence.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" he asked.

I'm fine!

Wen Xiaoming roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.He couldn't help turning his eyes to Jin Cheng for help, and Jin Cheng gloated and shook his head at him, seeing his whole face collapsed, he leisurely admired it for a while before opening his mouth.

He leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, with a relaxed posture: "Let's talk about the things between us first."

Tang Cuo frowned.

Jin Cheng asked, "Number K27216, is that you?"

Hearing this, Wen Xiaoming inexplicably felt familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized - isn't this the newcomer who appeared on the blacklist!

He looked at Tang Cuo in a little surprise, but Tang Cuo was staring at Jin Cheng.

Tang Cuo: "Is there a problem?"

Jin Cheng: "Of course. At this moment, I was supposed to sleep in a luxurious villa in District A, but because you annoyed Mr. Crow, I, who should have successfully completed the task, was blamed, so I came here. "

Tang Cuo: "..."

Jin Cheng: "I originally lived in this room of yours, if you look under the bed, you can still see a bottle of red wine that I hid here last time."

Wen Xiaoming's mouth opened into an O shape, and Tang Cuo finally understood why the clown just stared at him, and this was the reason.

But so what?

Tang Cuo said without any guilt, "Oh."

Jin Cheng wanted to raise an eyebrow, but he could only froze with the mask on, so he could only express his dissatisfaction with his voice: "Oh, what do you mean, are you not going to take responsibility?"

Tang Cuo: "Do you have evidence?"

Jin Cheng: "Red wine."

Tang Cuo: "Even if there is, who can prove that the bottle of red wine is yours?"

Jin Cheng was overjoyed, and crossed his legs to change into a more comfortable position, resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair, resting his chin on his right hand, just looked at Tang Cuo with interest, and said, "So you plan to play tricks?"

"No." Tang Cuo glanced at the broken windows and smiled slightly: "If you like this room more, I can give it to you."

Jin Cheng followed his words and continued: "We changed rooms, and if someone comes to trouble you, they will also find me, right?"

Tang Cuo asked back, "Didn't you say you wanted to help me?"

Wen Xiaoming was completely stunned, what is this?Is it the ultimate showdown between the top of the blacklist and the bottom of the crane? What's going on with the newcomers in Area F, this kind of talent can be found in the weakest junkyard these days?

At this moment, Jin Cheng changed the subject: "I've helped you so much, do you really not want to make friends?"

Tang Cuo: "No more."

"Why?" Wen Xiaoming was even more excited than Jin Cheng, and a single sentence attracted both of them's attention.He was suddenly weak, but he still finished the sentence tenaciously: "I think you two are quite suitable. If you make friends, don't quarrel anymore, okay?"

Jin Cheng tapped on the armrest with his fingers: "Are we arguing?"

Are you not arguing? ? ?

Tang Cuo doesn't care, but he doesn't want to make friends, he just wants to sleep now.But God wanted to fight against him. Seeing that things here were almost over, there was a commotion outside the window.

Wen Xiaoming couldn't sit still, so he ran over to look at it immediately, and said excitedly: "Boss, there's a fight downstairs!"

"What are you hitting?" Jin Cheng still crossed his legs, showing no intention of moving.

"Let me take a look." Wen Xiaoming looked at it for a while, and finally got a general idea of ​​the situation downstairs, and said, "There seems to be internal strife in District F."

"Infighting?" Jin Cheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the mask on his face immediately protested.He raised his hand to smooth it, wiped it, and it was almost fucking dry.

Wen Xiaoming continued to broadcast in real time: "The fight is going on, at least five or six groups of people are fighting. I seem to have heard of the one who looks like a young and Dangerous boy. The one in the F area has been very aggressive recently. It seems It's from the fighting school, yo, it's like qigong. But the gunman opposite him is very strange, why is this gun not accurate at all, what a jerk... Alas, those newcomers What's going on? Can you beat others with a knife?"

He looked back at Jin Cheng: "Boss, we don't care?"

Only then did Jin Cheng walk to the window, looking down at the scene downstairs, his expression was colder than the night in Eternal Night City, and he showed indifference.Wen Xiaoming is well aware of his boss' temperament, and continued: "This newcomer is very strange. They all look as weak as soft-legged shrimps, but they even know how to resist. I think what happened tonight is probably another There was a problem when this gang of calf exploited the newcomers."

Wen Xiaoming's words almost hit the truth.

After being beaten away by Tang Cuo, the Yellow-haired Five did not say anything in order to protect themselves.But Area F is a chaotic place where you sing and I come on stage. I don’t know how many people are watching secretly, not afraid that no one will grab it, but afraid that there will not be enough grabs.

It's not uncommon for everyone to get together by chance to cause group fights, but tonight's freshmen are not quite right.Usually the freshmen are scared and hide aside, waiting to be exploited, and whoever wins will go to whoever wins.But today, they found out that something was wrong when they hit it.

"Fuck, who the hell cut me!?"

"Where did the rookie get the weapon?!"

"There's something wrong with holding a kitchen knife!"

Seeing the commotion downstairs, Jin Cheng glanced at Tang Cuo again, and raised the corners of his mouth.Most of those newcomers were imitating him. Although there were only two or three who dared to resist, they were quickly laid down. It was very miserable, but at least they were bloody.

Jin Cheng impatiently tugged at the mask that was about to dry out, and asked Wen Xiaoming, "Have you brought anything? Tell them to shut up, so that others can't sleep because of the noise."

"Okay." Wen Xiaoming went to open the package immediately.He brought a large package from Area A. In addition to Jin Cheng's change of clothes and daily necessities, there were also many weird props.

He picked up two things that looked like elf balls, yelled twice, and threw them downstairs.

"Watch the ball!"

Everyone was startled by his voice, and many raised their heads one after another.

"Bang—boom—" the two balls landed on the ground, and the smoke that exploded instantly filled the entire Black Stone Street.Everyone covered their mouths and noses subconsciously, but the smoke penetrated everywhere, and within a few seconds, the coughing sound became continuous.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"What is this?!"

"Cough, fuck me..."

Wen Xiaoming snapped his fingers quite proudly, and showed off to Jin Cheng: "Chechodan No. [-], the coverage is increased to [-] meters, it is colorless and odorless, it penetrates through the pores, it has quick results and strong action, but it is a pity that it is another It’s a failure. But I’ll be able to research and develop it to number three soon, and I’ll definitely be able to put it in the equipment bar by then.”

Jin Cheng declined to comment.Anyway, this kind of thing that has no effect other than causing people to cough, he will not use it to death.

Listen to this earth-shattering coughing sound, it is noisier than before.

Jin Cheng looked back at Tang Cuo, who was still sitting on the chair, staring at the bone-chopping knife with a gloomy expression.His complexion looked really bad, not purely psychologically bad, but also pathologically bad.

"You..." Just as he was speaking, Jin Cheng suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.He immediately thought of something, turned around suddenly, glanced at Wen Xiaoming with sharp eyes, and finally fixed on the downstairs: "Is your coverage horizontal or all-round?"

"Ah?" Wen Xiaoming didn't realize it all at once, and when he did, he burst into a violent cough: "Cough, cough, cough, fuck, cough, cough, cough..."

What does it mean to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot, that's it.

Jin Cheng was still holding back, holding back his cough, and by the way, holding back not to throw Wen Xiaoming out of the window.Glancing at the broken window from the corner of the eye, he felt sarcasm—wasn't this window broken by him and Wen Xiaoming successively?

Tang Cuo in the room is also enduring.

Damn, can't stand it.

"Cough, cough cough..." He leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, and touched the handle of the knife with the other.Frowning and opening the character panel, his health has dropped from 7% to below 5% again.

The reason why it fell so quickly was because Tang Cuo also suffered from hypoglycemia.He lay dead on the street in the middle of the night, and then went through the Lucky Wheel and the beating and defrauding gang incidents. Finally, he was able to lie on the bed and rest for a while, and was woken up by someone breaking the window within an hour.

The world has a grudge against him.

"A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands." Jin Cheng strode over to the table and put his hand on the back of the knife.He looked at Tang Cuo with what he thought was the most sincere and gentle eyes, but in Tang Cuo's eyes, he looked like a peeling ghost with a mask that was about to dry out.

His head hurts, looking at such a face, Tang Cuo's head really hurts, he has a nervous breakdown, and he can't breathe.Holding back his cough, he pulled out the bone-chopping knife forcefully, and replied, "I don't move my hands."

It was too late to say it, but Tang Cuo slashed at Jin Cheng's shoulder.

There was still a helpless smile on Jin Cheng's face, but his feet were not sloppy at all. He dodged and avoided it neatly, without even moving the mask on his face.But at this moment, Tang Cuo suddenly raised his left hand, and a thick "brick" appeared out of thin air, and a heavy blow came, catching Jin Cheng off guard.

A trace of surprise flashed across Jin Cheng's eyes, but he did not panic at all. He avoided the brick at a strangely fast speed, leaned back while leaning on the edge of the table with one hand, and turned sideways to get behind Tang Cuo in an instant.

Tang Cuo was also very fast, turning around and kicking sideways, his legs were fierce.

This is called venting anger, and it is also called temptation.

An inexplicable old player who claimed to be from Area A. He couldn't figure out his origin, character, or purpose. His whole body and hair were suspicious.

"Crack." Jin Cheng raised his hand to block his side kick, and with a twist of his wrist, he clasped his ankle.Tang Cuo's face changed suddenly, because he noticed something strange the moment he kicked up——Jin Cheng's arm was as hard as metal, and he couldn't shake it at all.

His ankle was caught by him, and he couldn't even get out at this moment.

"How is it? Do you want to try again?" Jin Cheng easily guessed his purpose.

Tang Cuo smiled. Although his face was pale and he was sweating, his eyes were bright. While pushing down his right leg hard, he slammed into Jin Cheng with his whole body.

Another surprise.

The balance was broken, Jin Cheng was forced to let go, and both of them fell backwards.They fell fast and got up fast, even before they touched the ground, they stood up again with the support of their palms.

It looks evenly matched.

But one was out of breath and the other was able to do a job with ease. Tang Cuo knew that he had lost.When he was about to fall to the ground just now, he clearly saw that Jin Cheng's movements paused, it didn't look like he was forced to fall to the ground, but he followed the trend.

His physical fitness, reaction speed, and combat awareness are all probably superior to his own.

This is even under the condition that he has not used any supernatural powers, martial arts and other cheats. He is an old player and an elite in Area A, so his true strength may be unfathomable.

Eternal Night City is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.

Tang Cuo was a little excited, and it was very fun to fight against the master, but his face became paler and his cough became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to bleed in the next second.Open the character panel to check, the last 2% of life is left, life and death are on the line.

Jin Cheng frowned: "You don't seem to be in a good situation."

"Yeah." Tang Cuo was basically sure that he didn't have any malicious intentions after the test just now, but his attitude was much more casual than before. He was so casual that he was about to die before he asked nonchalantly, "Is there a hospital near here?"

Jin Cheng laughed angrily.

"Wen Xiaoming."

"To!"

Wen Xiaoming coughed until his lungs nearly spit out, but he still ran over in a hurry to wait for the call.God knows how long it has been since the boss called him by first and last name, it's so scary.

"Medicine." Hearing this, even the words began to be curt.

Wen Xiaoming quickly took out the medicine from the package, but Tang Cuo had already knelt down on the ground, leaning on the edge of the bed and started coughing violently.Jin Cheng's eyes became colder, and he glanced at Wen Xiaoming: "Who told you to take those experimental items? Use healing potions."

"Okay, okay!" Wen Xiaoming was also confused for a moment, after all, it was safer to use the healing potion officially produced by Eternal Night City to save people.But he couldn't help muttering in his heart, he had never seen the boss so nervous before, did he finally decide to be a good man after being punished too many times?

With a flick of his finger in the air, a bottle of light blue long tube of medicine appeared in Wen Xiaoming's hand out of thin air.He opened the plug and was about to feed Tang Cuo, but he was cut off by Jin Cheng halfway.

Wen Xiaoming was stunned, blinking his eyes, confused.

Jin Cheng ignored him, and put the potion to Tang Cuo's mouth. Although he smiled, his tone was cold: "Open your mouth."

Tang Cuo raised his head and squinted at him.

Jin Cheng: "Look what I'm doing, do I have 'medicine' written on my face?"

Tang Cuo: "You have 'court death' written on your face."

Jin Cheng: "Are you courting death or am I courting death?"

Tang Cuo: "All of them."

Wen Xiaoming frowned, and hurriedly persuaded the fight: "The two elder brothers are calm, calm, and are friends, don't quarrel."

Jin Cheng stuffed the potion into Tang Cuo's hand, then turned around and asked, "Did we quarrel?"

Wen Xiaoming shut his mouth tightly, weak, pitiful and helpless.He is just an innocent persuasion crowd, he knows nothing and sees nothing.

That Xiang Tangcuo drank the potion, and his health dropped to a low 1%, and finally stopped, his cough gradually stopped, and his body's various functions gradually recovered.

The healing potion produced by Eternal Night City is quite effective.

"Thank you." He stood up again with a calm expression.

"Xie Wen Xiaoming." Without turning his head, Jin Cheng went to the window to look at the situation downstairs, and said, "It's so noisy."

Wen Xiaoming was suddenly cueed and suddenly saw him losing his temper, he was completely at a loss.But getting along with him for a long time made him understand the way of survival, and he immediately responded: "Chechodan's lethality is stronger than I thought. No matter how powerful those people downstairs are, they are only from the F area. I'm afraid they won't be able to fight now." , I'll go down and deal with it right away."

After finishing speaking, Wen Xiaoming rubbed oil on his feet and ran away immediately.

If you don't slip away at this time, when will you wait.

But as soon as he ran out of the corridor, Jin Cheng stopped him again: "Wait, prepare a mask for me tomorrow."

Wen Xiaoming slammed on the brakes and turned around: "Boss, what do you want a mask for?"

Jin Cheng stood in the corridor, the door of the room behind him was already closed.He tore off the mask and threw it into the trash can. The dim light made his figure a bit blurred.

"Prepare it for me first, and I'll tell you later."

"Also, don't disclose the news that I'm here for the time being. I plan to stay here for a while."