Chapter 275: The Dense Forest Frontier

As Wang Shun was working furiously on his pre-season team profile, the door to his office slammed open and a disfigured figure wrapped in a mess of wire mesh and handcuffs stumbled a few steps and reluctantly collapsed onto the couch directly opposite Wang Shun, startling him.

The barely humanoid mass slowly raised a trembling hand, from which hung at least eight or nine handcuffs and three or four layers of wire mesh, in a wan voice: "...... It's me, Mu Sicheng."

Wang Shun exclaimed, "What's ...... going on with you?"

"Unlucky to meet a nosy person." Mu Sicheng struggles to pick at the wire mesh that hangs all over his face.

But the wire mesh was strangely elastic and sticky, not only did it not come off by Mu Sicheng, it popped back up, and he sounded more and more depressed: "...... It was that Armand from Golden Dawn that developed this thief-catching thing against me. "

"So that's what he did to you?" Wang Shun said as he buried his head in the pile of information to find out about Armand.

Wang Shun pushed up his glasses and glanced at the information and said, "You're not to blame for falling into his hands, he was a member of a special organisation, responsible for the custody of some valuable and dangerous items, and had reached the position of deputy captain at a young age. "

Wang Shun looks to Mu Sicheng: "- said to specialise in thievery."

Mu Sicheng snorted disdainfully, "I've seen a lot of goods that are said to specialise in thievery, and not many of them can stand up to me."

Wang Shun gave Mu Sicheng a look to see his "outfit" before speaking.

Mu Sicheng noticed Wang Shun's gesture and became increasingly irritated, shrugging off the handcuffs hanging from his arms with a rare grimace.

"It's not the same." Mu Sicheng says, frowning, "This Armand, gives me the feeling that he knows me particularly well."

"He knows my attacking habits, the way I attack, where each attacking skill connects, and uses it to hold me back in advance, and this Armand even knows something -" Mu Sicheng paused, " - that only I know, that no one has been told. --something that only I know, that I haven't told anyone."

"It's like, he's known me for a long time and knows me better than I know myself ......"

Mu Sicheng became more and more irritable as he frantically pulled the wire mesh from his hair: "Damn, the thought of having to play against someone like that just makes me explode with displeasure!!!"

At this point, Mu Sicheng turned his head to Wang Shun, "Don't use your [Know-it-all] skill on me at this time!"

Wang Shun held up his hands to show he didn't have a pen and paper in hand and said helplessly, "I wouldn't do that to my own teammates."

Mu Sicheng gave Wang Shun a subtle half-hearted stare, then sat with his legs spread, hands on the back of the sofa, chin on the back of his hands, "Hey, Wang Shun, do you know if anyone has this skill of spying on people's memories? Like you, for example."

He recalls with a quirked brow, "This Armand guy told me he hadn't seen me in ages when he met me, and if I hadn't remembered that I had only met him once myself, I would have been fooled by him."

Wang Shun hesitated for a moment, "Not as far as I know of the players."

Although there were props that could be used to achieve a shared memory type effect, and he remembered that the Deer Hunter had one, it was not the same as the type of voyeurism that Mu Sicheng was talking about.

"Tch." Mu Sicheng stood up and waved his hand impatiently, "Then you're useless."

He turned to leave, but before he could take two steps he tripped over the ankle cuffs and the wire mesh he had stirred together, fell straight to his knees in the doorway, and then, angry at the pile of cuffs, pointed at them and cursed.

Behind the scenes with Wang Shun: "......"

He held his forehead and sighed, "Just sit properly on the couch and get this pile off you before you do."

Wang Shun found a pair of scissors and pliers but could only fix the wire mesh, the handcuffs wouldn't come off and finally he sighed, "We'll just have to wait for Bai Liu to come back, he has the magma for forging weapons on him, he might be able to refine this thing of yours straight away."

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath and was about to explode, but someone else hissed out faster than he could.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Du Sanying's eyes turned into wavy sun eggs as he rushed into Wang Shun's office, dragging Muke, whose head was dangling and covered in blood, "Help...!

Wang Shun gets two scares in one day: "What's wrong again?!"

Du Sanying pointed wildly at Muke, frightened to the point of incoherence: "He, he met a madman and shot him with a gun, but I had full luck and the madman couldn't hit us both!"

Wang Shun wondered, "Why did Muke turn out like this when he didn't hit either of you?"

Du Sanying finally broke down when he said, like a groundhog with squealing hands, "-the man found out he couldn't snipe with a gun and said something like [since he chose you to be by his side, you exist behind him for now as a fake with my memories. One day I will take this place from you that belongs to me]."

"Then he used some particularly strange prop on Muke, said he had placed his memories in Muke's head, and left."

" Muke went crazy after being used that prop, he slashed and killed so many monsters with his knife before he regained some sanity and was willing to come out of the game with me, but once he was out of the game he passed out."

Du Sanying with tears in his eyes: "...... Muke looks so scary in the game ......"

"The game pool can be exited in time." Mu Sicheng gave Muke, who was lying on the ground, a sidelong glance and went up to help him up by pulling the ankle cuffs on his legs, "Why did Muke have to stay there and spend time with a madman?"

" Muke stayed for a reason." Du Sanying swallowed and explained in a whisper, "Because the man said he was Bai Liu's son ......"

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Wang Shun drew a cold breath.

Mu Sicheng broke down: "?!?!? What the hell?!"

In-game.

Bai Liu, unaware that he has a son, is sitting on the bed, watching expressionlessly as Spades, sitting on the floor, dresses his wound, rubbing his fingers over the muzzle of the gun in his arms.

...... The man bled out so much, but it didn't happen at all and he recovered quickly.

Spades straightens his back and frowns - he senses an unpleasant murderous aura.

From Bai Liu's point of view, Spades' waist and back are lean and firm, but not bulging with muscle, plastered to the bone in a well-proportioned, powerful layer, which flows tautly beneath the cold white skin as he lifts his arms and turns his back in the act of wrapping, a fluid beauty.

Spades seems to notice Bai Liu's gaze and gives him a questioning look.

Bai Liu averted his gaze imperceptibly, paused in his muzzle fondling and said abruptly, "You're in good shape, no wonder you're so popular."

Spades Slowly: "?"

He doesn't quite understand the connection, but Spades is acutely aware that Bai Liu is not in a good mood right now.

Spades then chose to agree with Bai Liu in order to avoid further conflict, nodding his head and saying "oh" for the sake of convincing.

Bai Liu's gaze became subtly mischievous again as he smiled, "So that's how Mr Spades, who was number one last year, got to the top, I'm really ignorant."

Spades: "......"

He felt he had answered wrong.

Before Spades was ready to open his mouth again to answer the question, there was a slight shaking sound from the jungle outside.

Spades gathered all his props in an instant, and with a glare, the whip was flung out and rolled back, and in the blink of an eye he had Bai Liu circled in his arms, ducking under the bed with a swift movement, and pulling two medical boxes in front of him to block anyone from finding him outside.

"My teammates are here." Spades looped, or rather clamped, Bai Liu's waist from behind, "If they find out I'm suspected of hurting you again, I'll be punished again."

With blood stains on the floor and clear signs of a confrontation in the room, Spades would have been 100% convicted as the "guilty party", given his usual style and history.

"Sorry, cooperate with me for now." Spades trapped Bai Liu in his arms.

Spades, who is not at all self-conscious, seems to be afraid that Bai Liu will break away from him and is still hugging him in.

Totally different texture from when I was a kid, feel like my body has grown so much, so aggressive ......

Bai Liu leans forward on his neck, trying to pull away from Spades, breathing heavily: "...... I'm not going to run, let go a little."

"I don't believe you." Spades' voice is calm, his palm sliding upwards from the nape of Bai Liu's neck down the knot of his throat, jamming Bai Liu's jaw back and pressing it into his own shoulder, pressing it impermeably against his own body - as if he feels he has to do this to keep Bai Liu under control.

"You're smart enough to use any little prop to escape someone's control." Spades eyes were serious and his hands were pressed against Bai Liu, but his tone was serious without the slightest hint of desire, "I've seen your videos, you might hide a prop somewhere in your body to try and defy me."

Spades doesn't want to be found in a game where he's a difficult tactician, which could make the game a lot more problematic.

Bai Liu had no intention of escaping, but when Spades restrained him so violently, Bai Liu subconsciously resisted, but the man was so strong that Bai Liu struggled several times without moving out of his embrace, and now his eyes were red.

He was breathing heavily, his voice was muffled, but his exit was laced with laughter: "If I wanted to hide something, ......" could you find where I was hiding it?

Bai Liu hadn't finished his sentence, but Spades behind him clearly misunderstood, hesitated for a moment, and then said a polite apology - a social etiquette taught to him by the Reverse Gods, to apologise when doing something wrong.

But when the Reverse Gods were taught, I guess they didn't expect Spades to lift a finger and usually apologize while doing something wrong.

For example, now.

Bai Liu's pupils flinched and he shuddered as he threw a harsh elbow back at him.

He has absolute power and speed over Bai Liu, and at such a close distance, it is difficult for Bai Liu to resist when Spades tries to do something to him.

Spades has a thin layer of calluses on his palms, as if he has been holding a whip for years.

Bai Liu arched his back, his skin flushed after being rubbed against this cocoon, and he gasped as he lowered his head, his single shoulder blade shaking.

Spades finally finished his examination and looked at Bai Liu, curled up in a ball in his arms, and out of some kind of weakness added, "Sorry."

Bai Liu's head was bowed and he did not answer, his breathing was ragged and rapid, Spades could hear Bai Liu's rapid heartbeat and could sense a peculiar emotion in Bai Liu - as if he was angry, but more than that ......

"Are you still angry about what happened before?" Spades tried to placate a speechless Bai Liu, who chose another answer, "I'm out of shape."

Bai Liu was silent for a long time and Spades thought he would give him a shot.

But Bai Liu just waited until his breathing calmed down and gave a meaningful chuckle, "No, you're in great shape."

"I love it."