Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 29 Do You Know Who My Dad Is?
Suddenly, Wu Litou collapsed on the table like a robot that had run out of power. After a while, he stood up like a doll filled with air.

"I left a message in the chat group."

Since it’s only a matter of time before reinforcements arrive, let’s take advantage of the opportunity to cause some trouble!

The five players stood up in unison and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing this, the shop owner felt bad and took two steps at a time to block the stairs. "Please stay, everyone. It's good to stand up for justice, but the people above are not to be messed with. If you win, you will be sued. If you lose, you will go to hell..."

"It's still unclear who will see the King of Hell." Huang Zilong touched the outline of the small knife hidden at his waist, which gave him the confidence to take action.

Zhang Xianzhong squatted down and felt the waiter's breath. It was intermittent, like a candle swaying in the wind. "It's more likely to be bad than good."

Huang Zilong suddenly felt a surge of anger, his blood boiling. He pushed the shopkeeper's head aside, "Get out of the way!"

The five people stepped on the wooden stairs with great momentum and climbed up. As expected, at first glance, they saw a group of yellow name signs mixed with a few conspicuous red names.

Zhang Xianzhong’s speculation was correct!
Seeing the people on the second floor, a vicious slave came over and waved his hand to drive them away, "Get out of here, you blind man! Can't you see that Master Zhao and the General are here?"

"I'm blind and can't see."

Huang Zilong reached his right hand into his arms, grasped the handle of the tetanus knife, and looked around the second floor to confirm that only this group of people had booked the entire place.

"Oh wow, this is the first time I've seen someone so ungrateful. Do you know who my father is?"

The elegantly dressed young man's cheeks flushed red as he stood up and staggered forward a few steps, holding a glass of shaken and spilled wine in his hand.

The captain standing by also stood up, holding his sword, as if to say, "We have the whole place to ourselves. If you don't leave, we'll teach you a lesson."

"Why, didn't your mother tell you?" Lu Xiaobu interrupted.

Young Master Zhao was slightly stunned. It was clearly a simple rhetorical question, but it instantly interrupted his tried and tested opening remarks of showing off his power.

Young Master Zhao felt as if his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to escape. His face flushed crimson. He pointed at the burly man who had retorted, "You! Hit me! Hit me hard!"

Before Mr. Zhao's angry order took effect, he saw another strong man kick over an empty table nearby and hide at the foot of the wall using it as a large shield. Several other people also followed suit and shrank behind the square table.

What's going on? He's hiding behind the table like a coward as soon as the fight starts?
Young Master Zhao's doubts were soon answered. A black round ball drew a parabola and landed at the feet of the servant, making a thud like a heavy object falling to the ground. A short rope was hanging on the edge of the ball, and sparks were emitted.

"Ah!" After all, the commander was an officer leading troops. He shouted and jumped to the side.

Although Master Zhao and his servant had seen the fuse of firecrackers, they did not have the practical reaction of a soldier. They stood there in a daze for several seconds without thinking of escaping, and they did not know that they could kick the grenade away.

There was a loud bang, and the shattered shell flew everywhere. The strong impact instantly deprived the nearby servants of their ability to move. Several people fainted on the ground, and their clothes were torn into rags by the flying fragments.

Mr. Zhao was even more "lucky" as a fragment shattered his eyeball and embedded it deeply in his forebrain, leaving him uncertain whether he was alive or dead.

The servants who were a little further away from the grenade were not having a good time either. In the semi-enclosed space of the two-story building, there was nowhere to hide, and no cover to absorb the fragments and shock waves. They all had ringing ears from the grenades inside the room, and could not maintain basic balance when standing.

The explosion on the second floor quickly attracted the attention of the lobby on the first floor, and someone climbed up the stairs carefully and slowly.

Huang Zilong pushed the square table away, and the tabletop fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Are the equipment department's grenades so powerful?"

Huang Zilong couldn't believe it. Dozens of people who were laughing and drinking just now were now basically fainted on the ground, or lying on the ground, swaying their bodies and wailing softly.

"Ahhh! My reputation value has dropped, ahhh, my honor value has dropped too!" Wu Litou was shocked. It was a pity that the values ​​he had accumulated for a long time could no longer maintain a good state.

"It's lost, I'll help you get it back in a group fight later."

"Kill him while he's weak!" Huang Zilong didn't care about red names, yellow names, or whether points would be deducted. Anyone who booked the entire second floor must die.

Several people immediately rushed out with weapons. Wu Litou didn't have any weapons at hand, so he could only pick up the stool at hand.

"Two stabs to the chest, one to the head." Huang Zilong silently recited the martial arts secrets while gripping the knife tightly and stabbing the servant who was still moving.

"Oh oh oh! It's the long-lost Mozambique swordsmanship!" Lu Xiaobu screamed in shock.

"Murder! Murder!"

The incident sobered him up and, having regained some composure, the captain drew his sword and retreated until his back was against the wall, shouting loudly downstairs.

"Kill someone? From where?" Huang Zilong looked around in confusion, "I only saw a monster that deserved to be killed."

The captain choked and almost died on his saliva. "I am the captain appointed by the Runan Bingbei Dao. You attacked and killed civilians in broad daylight and murdered the imperial court military officers. Are you rebelling?"

"I'm going to rebel against you!" The breakthrough officer said with a sweet smile, picked up a nearby stool and threw it at the captain. This wasn't a pre-made prop from a movie or TV series, but a wooden stool that would swell up and swell up if hit.

The captain swung his sword to block, but still took most of the impact, howling in pain like a pig being slaughtered, "Ahhh! Spare me, sir, spare me! Let's talk it over nicely... You want money? I have money, I'll give it to you, all of it."

The captain pulled out a thick purse and tossed it to the outlaw. Lu Xiaobu caught it. He opened the purse and fiddled with it for a while. His once serious face immediately changed to a look of surprise. "You even have banknotes here! You're quite rich!"

"Hehe, no money, no money. All this money belongs to you heroes." The captain tried hard to force an awkward laugh.

"We'll still take the money even if we kill you!" Huang Zilong tightly gripped the bloody tetanus knife, picked up a bench with his other hand as a shield, and quickly approached the captain.

The other players were rapidly harvesting the lives of their slaves on the spot, while Lu Xiaobu was counting the silver in his purse.

"Stop!" The captain jumped around the square table, kicking stools and overturning tables, struggling desperately. "Are you guys here for the waiter? I didn't do that! It was him! This bastard Zhao bullies men and women and takes human lives lightly. Today, you are here to get rid of this evil. It's a good thing, it's a good thing!"

"You have a red name on your head, and you still tell me you are innocent?" Huang Zilong picked up the stool and threw it out. With a bang, the stool hit the floor.

"What red name? I really don't know."

Huang Zilong picked up a stool and threw it again and again, but the captain dodged it every time. He turned his head anxiously and saw that several of his teammates were "not doing their job".

"What the hell are you doing? Kill this bastard first!"

Huang Zilong’s reminder was like an alarm bell, and the other players woke up as if from a dream and responded with “coming, coming.”

The five of them immediately formed a semi-encircled circle and approached the captain step by step.

"No!" The captain shouted at the top of his lungs, and waved his knife to resist, but it hit the stool. At this moment, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Go to hell!" Five players stabbed the weapons in their hands at the captain's chest. Among them, only Wu Litou hit him with his fist, and he didn't even assist.

As the noise on the second floor gradually died down, the shopkeeper who had been lying at the stairs for a long time dared to show his head.

He went up to the second floor and took a look around. He immediately slapped his thigh and sighed regretfully, "Oh, you guys killed those two and now you're in big trouble. Master Zhao and the captain's soldiers are no pushovers. Someone has already gone out to report to the police, and the constables will be here soon. If you fall into Master Zhao's hands, you'll be torn to pieces."

"If you want to kill, just kill. What's wrong?" The breakthrough expert raised his hand to wipe the enemy's liquid remaining on his face and asked back.

"These few people are indeed evil and have done all sorts of evil. Killing them can be considered as removing a great threat to the people. But if you kill them, what will you do?"

"We understand your concern. Since we've done this, we're not afraid of the consequences. The worst that can happen is death."

"These are for you."

Lu Xiaobu picked out some silver from his purse and threw it to the person in charge of the display case. The latter subconsciously reached out to take it, and it turned out to be the full amount of silver.

This money is enough to not only replace the tables and chairs that were smashed in the fight, but also to give the second floor a minor renovation.

When these heroes embarked on a path of no return, they actually did not forget to make up for the losses they had caused to others.

They really did, and the shopkeeper wanted to cry.

Tears welled up in the shopkeeper's eyes as he bowed deeply to the men. "Could you be the heroes of the 'Beggar Army' who have become famous throughout the county recently?"

Huang Zilong and the others smiled slightly, quickly forming a five-person formation and putting on a "come praise me for being cool" look. "Yes, it's us!"

The shopkeeper clenched his fists and handed the silver back. Seeing that the other party was a little confused, he choked with tears and said, "My brother was deceived by a thief Gao a few years ago and borrowed hundreds of taels of silver. I borrowed money from everywhere but couldn't pay it back. Later, he was forced to work in the mines and died of exhaustion in the mines..."

Thank you, Qihuo, for wiping out the entire Gao family and avenging my blood feud! Today, I see you punishing evil again, so how can I accept your money? Heroes, please leave quickly. There are few passers-by at my back door. Leave quickly!

"No! We in the Qihuo Army are upright in our conduct. Killing people is killing people."

Huang Zilong thought to himself, he couldn't tell the other party that he could get support from his partners without leaving the store.

"Hurry up! It will be too late if you don't leave now!" The shopkeeper hurriedly pulled the sleeves of several heroes, but found that none of them moved.

“One person does the work and the other takes responsibility!”

"I don't ask to be born on the same day of the same month of the same year, but I ask to die on the same day of the same month of the same year!" Lu Xiaobu also stood next to Huang Zilong.

"Fight to the death, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"Since ancient times, redressing injustice has always involved bloodshed. This is why the world is in turmoil and refugees are everywhere. If we want justice, let's start with our own bloodshed!"

Huang Zilong held his head high, holding a small knife in front of his chest, and looked energetic, just like the young man in the traditional propaganda poster who was full of power.

(End of this chapter)