Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 124 Putting Them in a Deadly Situation! I don't want to type anymore, I want to grab a stick!
Wang Mazi, like a lump of mud, was pushed and dragged by two dogs, one on each side, to the small dark room.

Once we get there, we will inevitably face another round of inhumane torment.

Wang Zixu was taken to Ah Long's office.

Last time, he only glanced at the office from outside the door and didn't know the layout inside.

Ah Long's office was small and had no special decorations.

Inside was a gambling table with some chips scattered on it.

Against the wall was a large desk with a computer on it.

A television was mounted on the wall, and opposite the television was a black sofa that took up almost half of the wall.

Wang Zixu entered the office and frowned slightly.

A faint, indescribable, strange smell filled my nasal cavity.

Ah Long plopped down in his leather executive chair, leaned back comfortably, and then kicked impatiently under his desk:
"You coward, stop playing dead!"

"Get up and work!"

Wang Zixu couldn't see what was under the desk, but he clearly heard the sound of metal mesh being kicked, as if there was an iron cage hidden under the desk.

Then came a rustling sound.

Ah Long shuddered and twisted his body in the chair, as if he was trying to take off his pants.

His face quickly hardened into a serious expression as he stared at Wang Zixu and asked:
"Do you know why I called you here?"

Wang Zixu was silent for a few seconds, then nodded:
"It's Wang Mazi's business."

"They suspect I'm colluding with Wang Mazi."

Ah Long isn't stupid.

Pretending to be stupid in this situation is more likely to provoke the other party and make you appear guilty.

It's better to be more direct; you might leave him with a good impression of honesty.

Ah Long smiled, a smile that carried a hint of approval:

"You little rascal, you do have some self-awareness."

"Tell me, when are you planning to run away?"

"And what's the plan?"

Wang Zixu's heart, on the contrary, calmed down at this moment.

At this point, he began to understand.

Since Ah Long has pulled him into his office for a private talk, he probably won't deal with him immediately.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be more direct and effective to just take him and Wang Mazi to a dark room for torture and forced confession?
Although he had a general idea of ​​what was going on, he dared not show it on his face, still wearing a nervous and aggrieved expression, and quickly explained:
"Brother Long, I really had no involvement in Wang Mazi's matter, and I knew absolutely nothing about it!"

"Didn't the chat log I just read say that I didn't agree to his request?"

Ah Long's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a cold laugh:
"Yes, you didn't agree."

"That's because you think his plan is not perfect enough, has too many loopholes, and you're afraid of being caught."

"Otherwise, you would have agreed long ago, wouldn't you?"

Wang Zixu opened his mouth, about to speak, but A Long didn't give him a chance to speak at all, pressing him aggressively:
"You say you have no connection with Wang Mazi, so why didn't you report him when he was about to flee?"

Wang Zixu was stunned, and a sudden panic ran through him.

Ah Long doesn't play by the rules; he shut him down with just one sentence.

Those who know about such matters but fail to report them within the park are tantamount to being accomplices!
Moreover, in a sense, Wang Zixu was indeed an accomplice.

Although he was assigned to a cannon fodder position in Wang Mazi's escape team.

[Ah Long's problem is too fatal! One wrong move and he'll be dead!]

[Yes, failing to report something is tantamount to being an accomplice; that's an ironclad rule in the park. How is Brother Piao going to explain this?]

[Oh no, I feel completely outmaneuvered. How am I supposed to defend myself?]

My hands were sweating from nervousness!

[Alas, this is a dead end!] Ah Long suddenly shuddered, a look of relief spreading across his face.

He stood up from the chair with a deft air.

Wang Zixu's eyes widened in shock. Only then did he realize that there was a woman squatting under the table.

Ah Long stepped over the woman, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I fucking prefer your old, unruly, and despicable self."

It's unclear whether these words were spoken to that woman or intentionally meant for Wang Zixu to hear.

He stepped out from behind his desk and looked Wang Zixu up and down:
"I've been observing you for quite a while."

“I’ve read all your work logs.”

"To be honest, your methods of fraud are not even half as good as Wang Mazi's."

"However, you've really surprised me today."

A hint of admiration flickered in Ah Long's eyes:
"He took down Wang Mazi in just a few moves; he was ruthless enough."

"The key is that you're pretty good at enduring and taking a beating."

Wang Mazi was severely injured, but Wang Zixu also suffered a lot of beatings.

His henchmen swung their rubber batons with deadly force, and he himself kicked Wang Zixu, who didn't utter a sound.

"Have you trained before?" Ah Long asked.

Wang Zixu was stunned, a little dazed.

What does Ah Long mean by this?
He seemed quite interested in the fact that he remained silent after being hit several times.

This is not difficult for players to do; they just need to set the pain level to the lowest setting.

But in the eyes of NPCs, that's a big deal.

He thought for a moment, then shook his head and replied:
"No."

Ah Long hissed, circled Wang Zixu once, and shook his head slightly.

"No, you must have practiced."

Wang Zixu would certainly not admit it.

He did learn some self-defense techniques in the real world of Kyushu, and even served as a conscript for two years during college. However, over time, those skills were largely eroded by his lazy lifestyle.

Moreover, the character in the game is just an ordinary person with no training marks, so there's no worry that Ah Long can find out anything.

"No, it's probably because I liked to fight with people when I was in school and got beaten up a lot, so I look more experienced."

Ah Long revealed an "I knew it" expression, then changed the subject and asked:
"Don't like typing?"

Wang Zixu glanced at him without changing his expression, pondering what he really meant by those words.

He replied after careful consideration:

"I haven't been in the park long, and I'm not very familiar with the business yet."

"And I've never sat in front of a computer for more than ten hours straight without moving before, so I'm not used to it all at once..."

Wang Zixu glanced at A Long secretly, then looked at the peasant with a rubber baton at the door. For some reason, the thought of three times a day inexplicably popped into his head.

If that guy can curry favor with Sister Yu, can he also curry favor with Brother Long?
He gritted his teeth and continued:
"Brother Long, to be honest, it's better to be like them, standing behind you with a stick, than to sit there typing on a keyboard all day."

"You point there, I'll shoot there!"

[Holy crap! Holy crap! What's Piao Di up to? Is he trying to take sides?]

[This is a brilliant idea! Turning crisis into opportunity! Rather than passively taking a beating, it's better to take the initiative!]

[Carrying a stick is definitely more satisfying than typing! Typing puts you under pressure to meet monthly sales targets, while carrying a stick means you only have to hit people, and you don't even have to worry about getting hit yourself—how awesome is that!]

[If it succeeds, it's a huge profit; if it fails, we don't lose anything! This is a great move!]

Ah Long was taken aback upon hearing this, then pointed at Wang Zixu's chest and burst out laughing:
"I wouldn't dare let you carry a stick, what if you stab me in the back?"

"Don't think I can't see through you, you little bastard. Are you still thinking about how to run away?"

(End of this chapter)