Chapter 216
Chapter 216
After so many years of practicing martial arts, they had heard of Eldest Senior Brother’s fearsome reputation more than once.
According to their master, he was extraordinarily gifted, evil at heart, and more than a little crazy.
Although they had all studied under the same master, the rest of them really hadn’t learned all that much.
Go easy on them?
They were probably about to get pummeled to death!
Little Junior Sister put away her communication earpiece. “Let’s go. Master should help us.”
Filled with apprehension, the group stepped through the gates of the Amusement Park.
Meanwhile, Zhang Bei and his master had enjoyed a pleasant exchange in the sky.
The Hot Air Balloon slowly descended and returned to the ground.
Professor Yao hurried over with a small medical kit in hand.
Every so often, he glanced toward the Hundred-Player Werewolf game not far away.
How much longer until it was his turn to rotate over there?
It was so boring here!
Ever since the new attraction had opened, the two fickle old men had completely lost interest in the Giant Swing.
The Giant Swing? What Giant Swing?
Don’t talk nonsense. Werewolf might get the wrong idea!
After examining everyone, Professor Yao hurried away.
Zhang Bei supported his master as they stepped out of the Hot Air Balloon.
He had no choice-his master could barely even stand!
Suddenly, a vicious gust whipped past his ear.
Zhang Bei reacted on instinct. He immediately let go of his master and threw a punch to his side.
“Thud.”
“Bang!”
One sound came from Song Xin hitting the ground.
The other came from Zhang Bei’s fist smashing into a railing.
“Everyone, attack!”
The moment those words rang out, the people hidden around them launched a coordinated attack on Zhang Bei.
Lying on the ground, Song Xin stared up at the sky.
Did none of you think to help this old man up?
I’m tired. Just destroy everything.
In the middle of battling the group, Zhang Bei let out a long sigh.
They had all been trained by the same master. How could he possibly be unfamiliar with their techniques and routines?
Even if he tried thinking with Li Yang’s less-than-brilliant brain, he could still tell they were his fellow disciples.
And here he’d thought he was finally going to get a good fight.
Zhang Bei muttered under his breath, then abruptly intensified his assault.
Fists and feet collided, and one figure after another rapidly hit the ground.
Two minutes later, Zhang Bei scratched his head as he looked at Little Junior Sister standing before him.
“Master, didn’t you say you wouldn’t take female disciples?”
Song Xin had recovered some of his strength and was now sitting on the ground, pondering how he was going to clean house.
At Zhang Bei’s question, he raised his head.
“She’s the descendant of an old friend.”
Zhang Bei nodded. “All right, get up. Stop playing dead!”
Once he realized they were his fellow disciples, Zhang Bei held back somewhat.
His junior brothers also knew what was good for them. Once they went down, they simply stayed there.
The group awkwardly climbed to their feet and stood before Zhang Bei.
Sitting on the ground, Song Xin suddenly felt utterly exhausted.
Did you all come here just to put on an act at my expense?
A whole group of you couldn’t beat one man?
And you can all get up the moment he tells you to?
You pack of turncoats!
Zhang Bei helped his master up again, then shifted his gaze to Gu Yue, who stood nearby.
“My junior brothers and Junior Sister have come a long way. We should show them proper hospitality as their hosts.”
Gu Yue froze, then gave her boss a complicated look.
Sure enough, even Digua wasn’t as much of a dog as you were!
Zhang Bei turned to his junior brothers and Junior Sister with a beaming smile. “I’ll have one of my employees show you around. Come have lunch with us afterward.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother!”
Little Junior Sister nodded with a smile.
Eldest Senior Brother was so nice!
Even after so many of them had ganged up on him, he wasn’t angry and was even treating them to some fun!
Supporting his master, Zhang Bei quickly fled the scene.
A gentleman can wait ten years to take his revenge; Zhang Bei takes his revenge from dawn till dusk. (Lu Zhoushu)
Gu Yue looked at the group before her, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes.
“Would you like to try our newly launched Werewolf attraction?”
“Sure!”
“Please follow me!”
Gu Yue led the whole group in a grand procession to the Hundred-Player Werewolf area.
“Just find somewhere to sit. The rules will appear when the time comes.”
Now that Hundred-Player Werewolf was officially open, it was naturally different from the trial version.
There was no need for the staff to explain the rules over and over again.
Once the players logged in, the rules would automatically appear in their glasses.
And so, the entire group put on their glasses without the slightest preparation.
The morning slipped by unnoticed. The vehicles from the crematorium were now filled with “vicious ghosts,” some with their hair in wild disarray and others with faces pale as death.
They were hearses in every sense of the word!
Meanwhile, in the restaurant at the Amusement Park, Song Xin glared at the bowl of plain noodle soup before him, his eyes practically spitting fire.
“You wretched disciple!”
Zhang Bei cleared his throat. “Master, you eat dumplings before setting out and noodles after arriving. It’s tradition!”
Song Xin’s expression darkened.
What kind of goddamn tradition was that?!
Ever since the Noodle Incident, he hadn’t eaten so much as a packet of instant noodles in all these years!
Forget eating them-just seeing the stuff made him nauseous.
Outside the Cafeteria, a group of deathly pale figures staggered inside, supporting one another as they walked.
Zhang Bei glanced up. His junior brothers and Junior Sister had now fully experienced the love of their Eldest Senior Brother.
It was just a shame that tricking them again next time wouldn’t be so easy.
Lunch began as soon as Chef Li gave the word.
Little Junior Sister sat in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Chef Li bustle about.
Only ghosts knew what they had just gone through.
It was probably an experience they would never want to revisit for the rest of their lives.
Her gaze drifted to the Eldest Senior Brother sitting not far away.
She immediately shuddered.
She couldn’t afford to offend him. No way. She would leave the country this afternoon and go find Second Senior Brother.
She would leave this awful place to Master.
The two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long. They must have plenty to catch up on!
As for Master’s safety?
The Eldest Senior Brother was such a kindhearted person. He would definitely wait on Master hand and foot and make him perfectly comfortable.
She definitely wasn’t abandoning Master because of the beatings she had taken while learning boxing.
Definitely not!
Those who do not look out for themselves will be struck down by heaven and earth. (Lu Ren)
Soon, covered dishes were brought to the table one after another.
At the same time, bowls of plain noodle soup were placed in front of them.
With trembling hands, Little Junior Sister picked up her chopsticks and slurped a mouthful of noodles.
Warm and savory, with the delicate fragrance of fresh noodles.
The slurping sounds around him made Song Xin feel absolutely miserable.
Those wretched disciples! Why did they have to slurp their noodles so loudly?!
The Noodle Incident had left too deep an impression. Even after all these years, the memory remained painfully vivid.
He could almost still taste the double-bang firecracker that had exploded into his mouth.
Far away in the jungle, Heizi took a sip of cola and suddenly recalled some very unpleasant memories.
“Ugh…”
He hoped Master would beat him senseless!
Little Junior Sister ate several more mouthfuls of noodles, and at last, her hands stopped trembling so badly.
She looked at the lid covering the dish in front of her and let out a long sigh.
Eldest Senior Brother, you’re finally acting like a human being. At least you remembered to prepare lunch for us.
She lifted the lid.
The sight beneath it made all of them fall silent.
To be precise, they were very familiar with this stuff.
Whenever a bullet punched through someone’s skull, this was what came splattering out.
But this stuff was steaming hot, which meant it had clearly been cooked into food.
Even the face looked vaguely familiar, as though it belonged to a visitor they had met not long ago.
A chill shot up from the soles of their feet and pierced straight into their brains.