The King's Avatar: Become Stronger After Being Rejected, Don't Agree!

Chapter 87: Full of Surprises

"Were you scared to tears, Lao Wei?" Ye Xiu asked with a smile, lighting a cigarette, taking a satisfying puff.

"You must have been scared to tears, right? You could hear it when you were talking, didn't you, Da Sun?" Zhang Jiale teased.

"Um."

"What the hell are you trying to do?!" Old Wei asked through gritted teeth.

"So, you're saying they kidnapped Yinwu for ransom?" Lu Chen looked at Ye Xiu uncertainly. "Is that right, Brother Ye?"

"Yes, hurry up and bring the ransom. If you can't bring it, then wait for it to be given to you—" Ye Xiu looked at Lu Chen.

"The Hand of Death".

"Yes, let Death Hand collect the corpses!" Ye Xiu nodded.

"Damn, how much!"

"I don't want money, I want materials—" Ye Xiu said with a smile, "Send me your personal inventory."

"Where the hell am I supposed to get the materials for you guys?!" Old Wei cursed.

"What materials can be extracted from the Hand of Death?" Zhang Jiale leaned closer. "Does Xiao Chen know anything about this?"

"I know a little bit about it."

"Why do you all have to do this? You're all high and mighty masters, is it fun to make things difficult for a player like me?" Old Wei asked through gritted teeth.

"You're not just an ordinary player, you're the founder of Blue River Pavilion, the creator of Soksar, the creator of the Curse of Annihilation, and Huang Shaotian's mentor—" Ye Xiu finally revealed his true colors: "Old Wei, you're pretty resentful too, aren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have created this thing after retiring."

"Look, you can't come up with the ransom either, so why not pay with your body? Let's team up, go back to the professional league, and win a championship together?"

This time, Lao Wei didn't refuse directly, and the other side fell into a long silence.

"There's potential!" Zhang Jiale narrowed his eyes and mouthed something to Ye Xiu.

Ye Xiu nodded slightly: "Although Blue Rain has won the championship, but—Old Wei, you must still be a little unwilling, right? Don't tell me you have no intention of coming back at all?"

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a way out. We have your weakness in our hands now. We forced you to come back. Come with us, and let's make one last push, how about it?"

"You, Zhang Jiale, Sun Zheping, and this sharpshooter kid—not enough." Old Wei's voice was a little hoarse: "We can't even keep up with the rotations—"

"There's also a rogue, a spirit medium, and a battle mage—"

"Where is the pastor?"

Looking for it————

"Regarding the Silver Weapon?"

"A Thousand Chance Umbrella, a weapon specifically for free-roaming players; a pair of silver revolvers that are no less powerful than Wildfire and Frostbreaker; a spear that is no weaker than Evil-Repelling Spear—we also have ideas for the other silver weapons. Currently, we are building an automatic pistol for ammunition experts and a greatsword for berserkers. Including the scepter in my hand, we currently have four silver weapons," Lu Chen said.

"Damn it, let's do it! Send me your locations!" Old Wei cursed viciously. "I have one more condition—"

—”

Ye Xiu smiled and said, "Go ahead."

"I have to take care of these little brothers of mine. Once the guild system is up and running, I'll find them something to do."

"I couldn't be happier." Ye Xiu nodded. "We've been looking for relevant talent recently, and if your company can find someone suitable, that would be perfect."

"Send me the address on QQ, and I'll return the item." Old Wei's voice calmed down.

"I can't return the things yet. We'll talk about it when you get here."

"No way, my reputation can't even get my silver weapon back early?"

"If you didn't mention your reputation, it would be fine—but tell me yourself, what kind of reputation do you have?" Ye Xiu asked helplessly.

"—Good, you've convinced me. Just you wait—that sharpshooter kid! You better put my stuff in your personal storage! Don't wander around with it!"

"Don't worry, Senior Wei," Lu Chen said with a smile.

Old Wei logged off immediately. Ye Xiu smiled, pulled up his QQ, and sent the address directly to Old Wei.

"That's it?" Tang Rou watched the whole thing, then looked at the others with some doubt: "Will he come?"

"Yes, I will." Ye Xiu nodded: "I left with resentment back then, and now—"

"It's like a drowning person grabbing at the last straw—" Lu Chen squeezed Tang Rou's hand: "So, he will definitely come—"

Neither Zhang Jiale nor Sun Zheping expressed any opinion; they silently continued operating their accounts as usual.

Lu Chen stretched and started studying the Death Hand.

[Old Wei's condition is indeed close to the limit —] Su Muqiu floated to Lu Chen's side and checked the attributes of the Hand of Death.

Lu Chen also noticed something: "Hmm, a casting range of fourteen body lengths, sacrificing some attributes, intelligence and..."

The spell bonuses are at the level of mid-tier orange weapons; this is a specialized adjustment based on my own situation.

"Let me see. Hmm, that's right. I couldn't keep up with Lao Wei's finesse before. Relying on this method can indeed make up for some of my shortcomings." Ye Xiu nodded.

"What kind of person is Senior Wei Chen?" Lu Chen looked at Ye Xiu with some curiosity and asked.

"Him?" Ye Xiu thought for a moment: "We haven't been in touch for so many years, so I'm not entirely sure. But back then, Old Wei was pretty shameless when it came to achieving his goals—if Zhang Jiale had even half his level of shamelessness, he wouldn't have ended up in Sanya."

"You son of a bitch—" Zhang Jiale gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Can we please stop talking about Sanya?"

"Yes, yes, yes, from now on, no one is allowed to mention Old Zhang's Sanya incident again!" Ye Xiu said seriously, "No one is allowed to mention it!"

"Hey, don't bring it up again!" Zhang Jiale rolled up his sleeves and was about to come over, but Sun Zheping stopped him.

When Chen Guo returned for lunch, Ye Xiu told her about it.

Chen Guo has always delegated authority to these people with a wave of his hand, which is an extremely rare sign of trust for them. Incidentally, he also sent addresses to Baozi and Meiguang.

As expected, Baozi happily accepted the invitation, saying that she would say goodbye to her friends in a couple of days. Meiguang, on the other hand, did not accept it directly, since it was still the start of the school term.

"It's gradually taking shape—" Lu Chen sighed as he lay on the bed.

"You're under a lot more pressure now, Xiao Chen, but it's okay, you still have your brother Mu Qiu. Don't worry about the Silver Weapon design, just leave it to me." Su Mu Qiu patted his chest.

"Is that so?" Lu Chen smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, the members of Team Happy were woken up by knocking on the door. The continuous knocking made Zhang Jiale's face darken, and he ran to the door in his pajamas: "What is it, so early in the morning—"

"Still not up this early?! With this kind of schedule, you think you can win the championship?" A sneer rang out.

Zhang Jiale was taken aback and looked at the person in front of him: "Um, Uncle, who are you looking for?"

"I'm your grandpa! Me! Old Wei! Wei Chen!" The middle-aged man pointed to his face.

Zhang Jiale was stunned. He turned to look at Ye Xiu, Sun Zheping, and Lu Chen, who also looked bewildered, and then turned back to himself: "Wait a minute, I remember Captain Wei saying he was in his thirties—"

"I'm twenty-eight! Twenty-eight!" Old Wei cursed, emphasizing, "Who's over thirty?!"

"Uh—what's wrong with you now?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a long time before he was somewhat certain that the person in front of him was really Old Wei.

"Haven't shaved these past few days. I packed my bags yesterday and took the earliest bus here. Damn, I'm starving! Any breakfast?" Old Wei walked in, bag slung over his shoulder, and started rummaging through the fridge without any hesitation. "How old are you guys? Still able to sleep? Time for training! You're that sharpshooter kid, right? Tsk, being a sharpshooter isn't just about skill."

Do you still care about looks?

The voice that followed was a little softer, but you could still smell the sourness in it: "Hurry up and give me back my Hand of Death!"

"So soon?" Ye Xiu rubbed his eyes, took out a cigarette case, and handed him a cigarette.

"Nonsense! That's my precious darling!" Old Wei took it without hesitation, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

Lu Chen shrugged, but didn't refuse. He walked to the lobby, took out his account card, and Lao Wei picked up a computer at random and inserted his own account card.

"By the way, Senior Wei—"

"Call me Boss Wei if you like, that's what my little brothers call me. You're a pretty good marksman, kid. From now on, stick with me, I'll protect you." Old Wei said casually, "Where's the stuff?"

"No rush—take a look at this," Lu Chen said cheerfully.

Old Wei was stunned for a moment, then looked over with some confusion: "What the hell—huh?! Holy crap?!"

"These are some ideas that continue your silver weapon design concept. They haven't been put into practice yet, but if you push them, they can already be pushed to level 60. The attributes are roughly like this—" Lu Chen turned his body to the side so that Lao Wei could see them more clearly.

This was the result of Su Muqiu and Lu Chen's research in the afternoon and evening. Over the years, Su Muqiu's level of silver weapon theory had almost reached its peak. After becoming a soul body, he could only study and deduce this fighting method.

Su Muqiu's theory, combined with Lu Chen's calculations, pushed the level 55 Death Hand up by five levels in just one night.

"You—I, let me take a closer look." Old Wei sat down, and Lu Chen moved aside, stepping down next to Ye Xiu, Zhang Jiale, and Sun Zheping.

Seeing the infatuated look in Lao Wei's eyes, the others revealed sly smiles.

This is also part of the plan.

What was coercion before is now bribery.

Old Wei remained silent, studying it for a long time before saying, "This—theoretically, it's fine, even better than I expected—cough cough, but it feels just average—"

"Tsk, stop being so stubborn, okay?" Zhang Jiale rolled his eyes. "It's either yes or no. If it's no good, have Xiao Chen delete this and figure it out yourself—"

"I didn't say it was no good, just make do with it—" Old Wei muttered, but his eyes didn't leave the area for a moment before finally snapping back: "Damn it, you guys gave me a hard time as soon as you arrived—"

"It's not really a show of force, just a demonstration of strength," Lu Chen said with a smile. "I'm just glad Boss Wei is satisfied."

"Tsk, look how smug you are." Old Wei rolled his eyes. "Looks like I'll have to bring out some real talent to show you."

"Let's see why I'll let you call me Boss Wei!"

"Oh?" Lu Chen was taken aback, and Ye Xiu and the others also raised their eyebrows. Old Wei brought a surprise?

"What's the most important foundation of a team?" Old Wei crossed his legs smugly. "Come on, Xiao Chen, you tell me."

"A contestant?" Lu Chen thought for a moment.

"Players represent a team's strength, not its foundation—accounts are permanent while professional players come and go. What truly matters to a club are its accounts—of course, account equipment is one aspect, but what truly constitutes its foundation is—"

"Skill points." Old Wei mysteriously opened his backpack, took out a box with a lock on it.

Old Wei pulled a key from his collar, carefully opened it, and then took out another locked box.

"What the hell are you doing—like a nesting doll?" Zhang Jiale, who had been looking forward to it, cursed in annoyance.

"What's the rush? You'll have your turn to admire it later." Old Wei rolled his eyes and pulled out another key from behind his phone case to unlock it.

Inside the box was another box, this time containing a combination lock.

Lu Chen and the other three watched speechlessly as Lao Wei opened each combination lock, took out a cardboard box, pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper from the box, and carefully unfolded it.

Inside was a small USB flash drive.

Old Wei looked around: "Lele, go draw the curtains! Um, Da Sun, go lock the door. Are our computers safe? Let's disconnect the internet for a bit!"

"What the hell is this?!" Zhang Jiale asked irritably.

"Just go when we tell you to! Why all the nonsense?" Old Wei urged. Seeing his somewhat nervous expression, the others exchanged glances and had no choice but to comply.

"Let me tell you, if there's no surprise, we'll just beat you up!" Zhang Jiale said irritably.

"I'll make you so excited you'll call me 'Dad' in a minute." Old Wei rolled his eyes. After watching Ye Xiu disconnect the internet from one of the computers, he carefully inserted the USB drive, fiddled with it for a bit, and then moved aside.

The four exchanged glances, and Su Muqiu immediately leaned closer: "What's this? Huh?"

Su Muqiu remained silent, his expression shifting from curiosity to confusion, and finally to solemnity.

The same expression appeared on the faces of Lu Chen, Ye Xiu, Zhang Jiale, and Sun Zheping.

Old Wei sat smugly to the side, leisurely smoking a cigarette, even humming a little tune.

"This—Old Wei, no, Brother Wei, Boss Wei? This thing—is it real?" Zhang Jiale turned to look at Old Wei.

"I still prefer your old, unruly self. Please try to come back to your old self." Old Wei exhaled a puff of smoke toward the ceiling, raised his hand, and gestured for Zhang Jiale to look at the computer in front of him.

The four of them quickly gathered around again.

The computer screen displayed Lao Wei's account card, the skill page for "Windward Formation," and the skill points displayed at the bottom were clearly ———

4920.