Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Although it's unclear what Visa and those people said, and their whereabouts are incomplete, it's still better than having no news at all.

"You went to a mansion this morning and met with a woman?"

"I'll meet with Fu Yan at noon."

"I'll attend the regular meeting this afternoon as usual."

Richie stroked his chin.

Simply put, this is an organic combination of love, normal social interaction, and work, which is very much in line with the normal lifestyle of imperial nobles.

There's not much noise, and they don't go out and step on other people's feet for no reason.

However, Richie is now eager to extract something from Vesa.

The less objective he was able to see things, the more he felt there must be something fishy going on.

"Things are definitely not that simple."

“Fu Yan belongs to the investigation system, so it would be difficult for me to investigate him. It seems that the only place I can target is that mansion.”

Despite his anger, Richie managed to remain calm enough to keep his head steady.

He can't go himself; if Vesa finds out, he'll definitely get a beating. We have to send a stranger instead.

He had a love-hate relationship with strangers.

These unreasonable people are truly despicable and shameless.

Ha, you despicable stranger!

With a mission in mind and dreams of leveling up and becoming stronger, players embark on a journey to investigate the new mansion.

They did not notice An Ran following behind them.

They were all in a hurry, plotting how to approach the woman of the house and how to get information out of her.

An Ran was having a headache at this moment.

MMP.

Players will receive a game notification as soon as they approach the new mansion.

Wow, how could a mansion with a recommendation rating between 110 and 125 be an ordinary place? There must be something wrong with it!

There's no need to ask Yuanfang what to do.

This means they can no longer stay in the new mansion, and Visa will certainly be investigated by hostile forces.

This is not conducive to causing trouble later.

With the reformist path blocked, An Ran was left to fight alone once again.

An Ran's sneak attack sent the player, who was walking with a light and cheerful gait, back to the fountain, where he fell into deep thought.

The root of the problem is still Richie.

This guy is at odds with Visa now.

To deal with this kind of "nitpicker," you either have to beat him until he hurts or slit his throat.

Slitting the throat of a nobleman on Aix-en-Provence would be quite troublesome to clean up in the current situation.

The only solution is to make Richie completely hate the players.

Although it hurts to spend money recklessly, you still have to do it when the time comes.

Considering that players might be thrown into jail after beating up Richie, Anran would have to pay an even higher price.

"A mission? The kind that could land you in jail."

As it turns out, going to jail? Players aren't afraid, as long as you give them enough rewards.

Moreover—

"As long as I run fast enough and have enough ways to hide, the police on Aixing won't be able to catch me!"

A joyful race against time ensued.

On this day, many players encountered a petite girl wearing a technological mask.

Many players stared at the red dot on the map and aggressively surrounded it.

They were either empty-handed, or carrying large sticks picked up from the roadside, or holding unsheathed swords.

When you spot the target, silently chant "three hundred yuan moving!"

Then he quickly rushed in front of Richie, and with a whoosh, launched a non-lethal attack.

"Damn it, I was here first, and I was the one who attacked Richie first. Get out of my way!"

"Damn it, don't think you can outrun me just because you're bigger!"

"You beasts! Make way for me! I'm going to fail my mission!"

A series of crackling and popping sounds followed.

Richie was completely bewildered.

He had just returned from outside and gotten out of the car when he was surrounded by a group of muscular men at the entrance of the house he had bought. Without saying a word, they rained down punches and sticks on him.

Richie quickly collapsed to the ground.

He sensed a deep malice emanating from somewhere unseen, directed at him.

Shouting loudly, "What are you doing?", "Stop! Do you know who I am?", "You damn strangers!", "I'll kill you all one day!", "I'm sorry, please stop hitting me. If you want money, I can give you some!", "Help...help...uh..."

The person just fainted.

"Mission accomplished."

"NICE, I want to throw another hundred punches."

"It could kill someone."

"Killing such a person with a long history of bad deeds is actually doing a service to the people."

"Damn it, it's all your fault. I couldn't even hit him just now."

One of the players squeezed on the outside cursed angrily.

Haha, nobody paid him any attention, and the players who had completed the task left satisfied.

"No way, if I punch him a few more times, I probably won't be able to recover my health."

The last player crouched down next to Richie, thinking to himself.

However, this would prevent the task from being completed.

If a mission fails, players with obsessive-compulsive tendencies absolutely cannot accept it.

"There's no other way, we have to do it this way!"

He took out his treasured quick-recovery potion.

"This stuff isn't cheap, you'll have to thank me properly."

The player poured the medicine directly into Richie's mouth.

"I expect to recover about 2,000 health points, that should be about right," he murmured.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Richie suddenly moved and struggled to express his gratitude to the player.

He just woke up.

It turns out that not all strangers are bad; there are still good people who dare to help others.

Despite his inner turmoil, Richie felt a warmth coursing through his heart.

"Holy crap, you're awake."

The player was startled.

He stared intently at Richie's health bar.

This kind of low-grade stuff is obvious just by looking at its health bar.

As Richie's health gradually returned and his physical condition improved, the player nodded in satisfaction.

"I am the second son of the Imperial Minister of Industry. You saved me, I will... ah... ah..."

Before Richie could finish speaking, he was hit on the head.

Senseless.

How is this going.

"what……"

Next up are kidneys.

Damn it, you're hitting an adult on the head and then on the kidneys?

"Holy shit..."

When Richie came to his senses, he finally realized that the person who had attacked him was the player who had just "saved" him.

Crackle, crackle.

"Stop it, you motherfucker!"

why?

He was cursing and swearing, and Richie was completely out of sorts.

why?

They just saved him, but now they're going to hit him?

"Ah... Holy crap..."

Could it be because he just identified himself?

This is just too damn...

"Scream all you want! If I wasn't worried about killing you, who the hell would feed you such expensive drugs? Just let me beat you up quietly. Don't worry, I won't kill you," the player yelled.