Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 102 I knew I hadn't misjudged you, kid!
After careful consideration.

Ultimately, the Sun and Moon were both wrong, so one potential point was added to [Agility].

The Agility attribute has been increased from 5 points to 6 points.

His idea was simple: in the early stages of the game, instead of investing points in weaknesses to become a mediocre player, it's better to maximize strengths.

Agility is related to characteristics such as reaction speed, body coordination, and movement speed.

Whether dealing with emergencies or planning a future escape, high agility is a crucial advantage.

Anyway, as long as you keep accumulating achievement points and game points, your level can continue to increase, and you'll eventually have potential points in the future.

We'll consider balancing other attribute points later.

at the same time.

the other side.

Wang Zixu logged into the game and slowly woke up from his sleep.

He was just a little short of having enough achievement points to level up, so he closed the achievement interface after claiming the ranking reward.

A ray of blinding sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto his face.

But he had no intention of getting out of bed at all.

Yesterday I had a blast and gambled, so I was in a state of high excitement. Plus, I hadn't had a good rest for several days, so now I just feel sore all over.

I lay in bed for seven or eight minutes before reluctantly sitting up.

I stretched my aching limbs.

I have to say, hotel beds are definitely more comfortable than dormitory floors.

Although I only slept for less than seven hours.

However, his overall mental state has clearly improved a lot.

He turned his head slightly, glanced around the room, and paused for a moment.

Wang Mazi was nowhere to be seen.

"Where have you gone?"

Muttering to himself, he got up and looked around the room.
When passing by the toilet door.

A pungent, sour smell, a mixture of alcohol and vomit, hit me.

Wang Zixu frowned and looked inside.

There was a pile of used tissues scattered on the ground, and Wang Mazi himself was leaning against the toilet with his face upturned, his life hanging in the balance.

[Holy crap! What's going on? Did Uncle Ma spend the whole night meditating in the toilet?]

This scene is too painful to look at...

[Ugh! Help! I was eating breakfast and suddenly I lost my appetite!]

[Non-combat personnel, please evacuate immediately! Hehe, the sour smell is practically overflowing from the screen!]

So what exactly happened to Uncle Ma yesterday? He vomited until he passed out? He's not dead, is he?

[Host, go check if the person is still alive! Don't let things go wrong and they end up dying in the toilet.]

Does this count as a work-related injury? (doge)

[Work injury... Haha, if Ma Zi dies, even if it has nothing to do with Piao Di, he'll still be in serious trouble.]

Wang Zixu frowned and pinched his nose as he went inside.

First, he reached out to check Wang Mazi's breath, and only after feeling the warm air coming from his fingers did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and patted Wang Mazi on the shoulder:

"Hey!"

"Wang Mazi, wake up, it's time to go to work!"

Wang Mazi groggily opened his eyes, twisted his stiff waist and neck, and his bones made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

It seems like he suffered quite a bit sleeping in the toilet that night.

Wang Zixu looked puzzled:
Why did you sleep in the bathroom?

"And what happened to the toilet?"

Wang Mazi stood up unsteadily, turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold water to wash his face, and said nonchalantly:
"What are you afraid of? We paid for it, and you don't have to clean it up."

Wang Zixu rolled his eyes:

"I mean, are you alright?"

Wang Mazi grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth:
"Don't worry, I'm not willing to die before I get out of here."

"Yesterday, Xiao Kuaile's dosage was a little too high, and the body's protective mechanism caused vomiting, which is a normal physiological reaction."

"I was so tired that I fell asleep while vomiting."

Wang Zixu's lips twitched, and he raised his middle finger at him:
"Brilliant!"

He paused, then remembered the important matter, and said:

"Oh, right, I've thought of a way to break the window."

Wang Mazi instantly perked up, shaking off his previous dejection, and laughed and cursed:

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

"Tell me quickly, what do we do?"

Wang Zixu thought for a moment, then explained succinctly:

"Utilize temperature differences."

"Just put an ice pop on the welded joint of the iron window, wait for it to cool down, and then break it. That should make it easy to remove."

"If you have a candle or a lighter, heat it up first and then cool it down; that will give you a better chance of success." Although Wang Mazi didn't understand the underlying principle, he was greatly impressed by Wang Zixu's articulate explanation, and his face lit up with even more joy.

"You're amazing! You came up with this idea after just one night's sleep!"

"Fuck you!"

"Ice pops are easy to get. I'll give you the money; you can just buy them at the supermarket."

"The candles you wanted... it's a bit tricky."

Wang Mazi pondered for a moment, then spoke again:
"You keep doing this, I'll think of something."

Seeing the troubled look on his face, Wang Zixu said:

"If candles are too difficult to obtain, I think we should have a chance with just popsicles."

"I'll give it a try first."

[An ice pop? You think you can break a welded-on iron window with just an ice pop? Streamer, are you kidding me?]

Could it be that a game bug has been discovered?

This method sounds a bit far-fetched; it doesn't seem very reliable.

[The person upstairs has revealed their lack of education; this is just the simplest principle of thermal expansion and contraction. Metals become very brittle under alternating extreme heat and cold, especially in weak points like weld joints.]

A top student has emerged! Amazing!

Yes, but this depends on the temperature. Without heating, you have to wait until the midday sun is at its strongest, until the iron bars are scorching hot, before putting in the popsicles for the best effect. If you wait until evening when it's cool, it won't work.

The specific situation depends on the welding on the window. If the weld is too strong, it will probably be difficult to fix.

[I see! I've learned something new! Go try it, bro, I can't wait to see the results!]

[Looks like escaping the park is just around the corner!?]

After washing up, Wang Mazi and Wang Zixu left the room.

Stepping out of the "Heaven on Earth" clubhouse.

Wang Zixu subconsciously glanced back and saw two green-skinned soldiers sitting on the steps by the door, smoking.

Their eyes kept glancing this way.

He immediately realized that they had been under surveillance all night.

The events that happened in the private room yesterday involuntarily flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, a clue came to mind:
"Wang Mazi, are all these places, including the clubhouse, under the management of the industrial park?"

Looking back now, he realizes that the guys carrying rubber batons who barged into the private room yesterday were completely different from the local bullies in the park, both in terms of equipment and demeanor.

I always feel like something is not quite right.

Wang Mazi shook his head and explained.
"of course not."

"In this small area of ​​northern Myanmar, the green-skinned soldiers are the real bosses."

“They are backed by local warlords.”

"They are usually called 'security guards' in the park."

"It means exactly what it says, responsible for maintaining security in the park."

"However, the park has to pay them protection fees every month."

"I heard that the park has to pay extra fees every time it hires the green-skinned soldiers or catches someone who has escaped."

Wang Zixu suddenly understood many things:

"So the reason why the park owner was so furious that time was mainly because the green-skinned soldiers made him pay a lot of money?"

Wang Mazi laughed and scolded:

"You have a good memory, kid."

"But who can guess what the big shots are thinking?"

"However, I think losing money is definitely the main reason."

"Now that you mention it, I remember something."

"Have you noticed that Brother Long has been pushing for sales targets way too frequently lately?"

"Just wait and see. After this end-of-month performance review, everyone's targets will definitely be more stringent than ever before."

Wang Zixu asked, puzzled:

"why?"

Wang Mazi laughed:
"Ah!"

"The boss needs to find a way to make back the money he lost."

As they spoke, the two had already reached the bottom of the office building.

On the stairs leading to the office area, you can already see groups of dog pushers, still sleepy-eyed and hurrying to work.

Wang Mazi suddenly tugged at Wang Zixu, leaned close to his ear, lowered his voice, and solemnly said:
"Brother, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't."

"We're all in the same boat now."

"That matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me."

"Don't say anything carelessly, no matter who you meet or what they ask."

"Otherwise, your fate will be dire."

Hearing Wang Mazi's words, which were half-reminder and half-threat, Wang Zixu nodded:
"I see."

The two mingled with the main group heading to the office area.

(End of this chapter)