Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 58: Being targeted!

Wang Zixu's eyelids twitched wildly, and his heart tightened inexplicably.

I subconsciously licked my lips, but all I tasted was a dry, abrasive feeling.

Is this even a doctor?

As a medical professional... no, anyone who has taken a biology class should know that women shouldn't have sex during their period.

They're not even human!

This isn't just perverted; it's downright beastly.

Some images inexplicably surfaced in his mind, causing him extreme physical discomfort.

[Holy crap, you can never judge a book by its cover! This chubby kitten looks perfectly normal, so what kind of ultimate pervert is this? Targeting only women who are menstruating? What a weird fetish!]

This is disgusting; this guy really doesn't treat people like human beings.

[Don't get too excited, bro. Haha, you're still too young. I've watched the live stream for two days, and my tolerance has improved.]

Thankfully, the plot unfolds only through dialogue; otherwise, if it were actually made into a live-action story, I'd be traumatized.

Seeing Wang Zixu's shocked expression, Wang Mazi chuckled softly:
"Alright, stop looking like you've never seen anything like this before."

"Compared to nightclubs, the tricks of the Red Mansion are just child's play."

Wang Zixu frowned:
"Nightclubs?"

"Isn't a nightclub just a place for singing, dancing, and drinking?"

"It can't be worse than Dream of the Red Chamber, can it?"

Wang Mazi licked his lips, a strange glint in his eyes:

"The nightclubs here are not the respectable places you see outside."

"There are some high-end items in here."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured an injection motion on his arm, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face:

"The kind that's guaranteed to be satisfying."

Wang Zixu didn't understand at first.

After Wang Mazi's explanation, which was mixed with slang, he finally understood.

The so-called "high-end goods" and "little joys" are actually heroin.

The "poison" is strictly prohibited in the player's manual.

The manual contains extremely strict regulations regarding this item.

Players are not allowed to "touch" in any way, or they will face a permanent ban.

I never expected that this thing could be obtained so easily in the park.

The prerequisite is that you have money in your hands.

Wang Mazi told him that this thing was much more precious than a woman.

The price of one gram of "little happiness" is enough to play with several women of different skin colors in the Dream of the Red Chamber.

Moreover, this substance is extremely addictive and hallucinogenic.

The park's management sometimes uses it to deal with those disobedient and strong-willed women.

These women need to be somewhat attractive.

Otherwise, they are not worthy of "enjoying".

Seeing Wang Zixu's shocked expression, Wang Mazi spread his hands:
"People who get caught up in small pleasures are capable of anything... Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite similar to those perverted practices in Dream of the Red Chamber; they all ruin people."

[It has all three! This park is truly amazing!]

[It's too dark, streamer, you'd better run away, I'm really afraid you won't be able to handle it one day.]

[Brother Piao, be careful, don't let these guys lead you astray!]

[I'm a player too, and I'm just reminding you, the player manual clearly states: touching drugs will result in a permanent ban! Most players won't intentionally touch them, just in case these bastards secretly add drugs.]

[What you said upstairs is making me a little panicked. What if an NPC secretly drugged a player? The player would be unjustly banned by the system!]

That's quite possible! After all, nothing is surprising about these people doing.

Wang Zixu was so shocked by Wang Mazi's words that he couldn't speak for a long time, his mind buzzing.

"Why are you so stunned?"

"Trying to slack off again, huh?"

A harsh shout suddenly rang out from behind.

Wang Zixu suddenly snapped out of his daze and turned to look.

A man in a plaid shirt stood behind him, holding a rubber baton and glaring menacingly. He recognized him; he was one of Ah Long's lackeys.

He would wander around the office area whenever he had nothing to do, calling it "inspection," and if he didn't like someone, he would go up and hit them with a stick.

Wang Mazi, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"Second brother, it's like this. I just told this kid about some places for leisure in our park to motivate him and make him more motivated at work."

The man in the floral shirt squinted, completely unconvinced.
Did I fucking ask you?

"Explain with your ass?"

Before he finished speaking, he swung the rubber baton and struck Wang Mazi twice on the back.

Then, he tapped Wang Zixu's face with the tip of the stick, his eyes full of provocation:

"how!?"

"Look at you, so you're not happy about it, huh?"

The dogs around them kept their heads down, busy with their work, as if they were already used to it.

Anger surged in Wang Zixu's eyes.

He glanced discreetly at Wang Mazi, who was wincing in pain, and finally forced a smile, squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth:

"Clothes."

"Second brother, I'm truly impressed."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mazi visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely afraid that Wang Zixu, this hothead, might start a fight with the lackey in front of him at the slightest provocation.

But what he didn't know was that Wang Zixu had indeed considered taking action just now.

Back in junior high, there was this guy who called himself the oldest in the grade. He was taller and fatter than me, and he had two or three lackeys following him around. He had also provoked me in the same way.

After a bloody fight, his opponent never dared to be arrogant in front of him again.

There are fewer problems once you get to high school and college.

Thinking that this wasn't a school, and that the bastard in front of me wasn't some kind of school bully.

Seeing Wang Mazi's almost pleading eyes, after a struggle with his conscience, he finally chose to back down.

I'll endure it! A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years!

He comforted himself with this thought.

"boom!"

That bastard kicked the stool under Wang Zixu's butt so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

Seeing Wang Zixu's embarrassed and disheveled appearance, he revealed a smug smile.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to make a threat:
"Just fucking work during work hours and stop thinking about all that nonsense!"

"Before I leave work today, I'll personally check your work progress!"

"If I find you slacking off or not putting in the effort again, I won't even need Brother Long to do anything; I'll personally teach you a lesson!"

After uttering those harsh words, he turned and left, satisfied.

[The younger brother has grown up and knows how to assess situations.]

Alas, once upon a time, he was a young man who dared to stand up to NPCs head-on, but in the end, he bowed his proud head to reality. The dragon slayer may one day become the dragon himself!

[Pfft, is the person upstairs getting dramatic? Isn't admitting defeat normal? Do you have to get beaten up to learn to be flexible? That's not called being passionate, that's called being stupid.]

[The key point is the NPC's last line! "Check the work results before leaving get off work!" Now, Piao Di has to produce something real!]

[Making a sale in just one day? That's unrealistic. They haven't even finished building their WeChat Moments yet; there aren't even any fish in the pond.]

I guess they'll just check the chat history to see if you've been working diligently. It's like writing a daily work report; you don't necessarily have to finish it, but you need to let your boss know you're making progress.

Seeing that the lackey had walked away, Wang Zixu turned to look at Wang Mazi and asked with concern:
"are you OK?"

He could tell from those two muffled thuds that the bastard hadn't held back at all.

These NPCs don't have pain reduction, and Wang Mazi's two blows were taken to help him out of a predicament, so he was somewhat touched.

Wang Mazi rubbed his back and waved his hand:
"I'm used to it, it's fine."

"Get to work, that bastard's got his eye on you."

After this experience, Wang Zixu never dared to slack off again.

It seems that the lackey called "Second Brother" really has his eye on him, just as Wang Mazi said.

Every now and then, she would stroll over and glance at him, making Wang Zixu feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he had a thorn in his side.

(End of this chapter)