Chapter 11 Who Cares What You Are

Hearing Han Family Young Master's words, Yun Zhongmu and Lan Yi emanated disdain from every pore, doing their best to put on a look of utter contempt, thick with mutual loathing.

"If you run into Silvermoon together, who makes the first move?" Han Family Young Master asked, looking at the two.

"Nonsense, of course it's me. I came all the way… uh, not a short three hours from Moonlit City, you know? It wasn't easy," Yun Zhongmu said.

"You do know this isn't Moonlit City, right? Be smart and behave yourself. We'll take care of Silvermoon first!" Lan Yi retorted.

"Hahahaha! To be honest, I really didn't want to reveal this, but don't think Silvermoon is just those twelve! This brother here!" Yun Zhongmu heavily patted Han Family Young Master's shoulder. "They're all from Cloud's End City, over a thousand strong. May I ask how many men you've got, old brother?"

"What's it to you how many men I've got!" Lan Yi said, though his heart was sinking. He'd been keeping an eye on Silvermoon since they arrived in White Stone City, so he knew they weren't alone. He certainly didn't have Yun Zhongmu's massive backing of over four thousand men. Last night's brothers were pretty much his limit; he couldn't possibly muster more. Having missed the opportunity last night, he had to admit that chasing after Silvermoon with just their own strength would be quite difficult.

However, players from Moonlit City would rather die than lose face. Of course, he couldn't back down now, and continued arguing with Yun Zhongmu. The brothers behind him finally couldn't stand it anymore and began looking for seats. "Big Lan, you do your thing, we're going to catch some sleep!" they said to Lan Yi before collapsing into slumber.

"Damn it, sleep my ass! Get up and fight!" Lan Yi yelled, grabbing at people.

"Hey, don't make a fuss, we're exhausted. Just argue for a bit, and if you're tired, you can sleep too!" These brothers clearly had the same mindset as Yun Zhongmu's gang, thinking the two were just exchanging words.

"Damn it!" Yun Zhongmu and Lan Yi said in unison.

"I said, you two, stop arguing!" Han Family Young Master interjected.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" Lan Yi naturally had to be hostile to Han Family Young Master. Seeing him try to play peacemaker, he cursed first.

Lan Yi's reasons for hostility toward Han Family Young Master were quite valid. Therefore, Han Family Young Master wasn't angry and said calmly, "What I mean is, why don't you two go outside and settle this one-on-one! I have a brilliant idea. If you absolutely refuse to cooperate, then I can only offer it to one of you."

Without a second thought, Yun Zhongmu burst into laughter. "Brother Han, is there even a question? Of course, it's me. I won't fight that kid. He's a big shot now, got to save him some face in front of his brothers! What's the plan? Tell me!"

This was actually quite objective. Yun Zhongmu was a Thief, and Lan Yi was a Mage. Mages had a tough time against Thieves in a one-on-one. But Lan Yi would never concede at this point, glancing at Yun Zhongmu contemptuously. "You wouldn't be afraid, would you?"

Yun Zhongmu turned to him. "You little brat, don't push your luck. You really want me to teach you a lesson?"

"Who's going to teach who a lesson is not certain!"

"Don't be so stubborn. I'm just being nice, trying to save you some levels. After we're done killing Silvermoon, you can go pick up the scraps."

"Trying to save levels is more like it, isn't it? What? Being a boss for too long, you're starting to value yourself? You wouldn't be the next Silvermoon, running away at a crucial moment, would you!"

"I'll fuck your mother, you're dead!" Yun Zhongmu seemed to have suffered the greatest insult in the world. His eyes, already bloodshot from staying up all night, looked as if they were about to drip blood. He drew his daggers and charged straight at Lan Yi with a Swift Movement.

Curses aside, the players from Moonlit City were no joke when it came to fighting. Lan Yi dared to challenge Yun Zhongmu, a Thief, not just out of stubbornness, but because he had some confidence. Seeing Yun Zhongmu charge, he extended an empty hand, muttering something under his breath.

With a "crack," Yun Zhongmu fell to the ground, chair and all. While he was still dazed, Lan Yi didn't miss the opportunity. He raised his staff, and with another incantation, a bolt of lightning struck Yun Zhongmu's head. It was the first skill of an Electric Mage: Lightning Bolt. Lan Yi had actually chosen the electric route, which few Mages chose, just like Gu Fei.

His Lightning Bolt damage naturally couldn't compare to Gu Fei's. Yun Zhongmu wasn't seriously hurt. He quickly got up and charged again.

But the fall had interrupted his Stealth, and it was still on cooldown, so Yun Zhongmu's speed was reduced. Lan Yi made full use of the room's layout, weaving between tables and benches. As soon as the skill cooled down, he hit Yun Zhongmu with another Lightning Bolt. Fireballs and Chain Fireballs, which weren't as fast as Lightning Bolt, were all discarded.

Yun Zhongmu was furious! Chasing around the tables like this, he had the advantage in agility, but he couldn't reach his maximum speed and couldn't catch up to Lan Yi. The Lightning Bolt would make his whole body numb and stop him for a moment. This definitely wouldn't work.

Yun Zhongmu stopped chasing mindlessly and started kicking away benches and pushing over tables, clearing a large space so Lan Yi had nowhere to run.

It was the quiet time in the game. Besides the two gangs and Han Family Young Master, there was no one else in the tavern. Lan Yi soared around freely, while Yun Zhongmu chased behind him, being struck by lightning while acting as a porter, persevering relentlessly.

"Damn it, his magic resistance isn't low. He's still going strong after so many hits," Lan Yi said as he continued to maneuver. He'd already hit Yun Zhongmu with Lightning Bolt four times.

"Don't worry, it's enough to catch up to you. You'll regret not having more legs!" Yun Zhongmu said confidently.

The fight in the room was quite lively, with the sounds of crashing and banging. Han Family Young Master watched happily, while the brothers who were sleeping on the tables were awakened. They stared blankly at the scene before they realized what was happening and jumped up, grabbing their weapons. "Damn it, are we really fighting!"

Others complained, "If you're going to fight, fight earlier. Why now? I'm so tired."

"That's right, that's right!" Many people echoed, yawning as they spoke.

The subordinates stared at each other. Han Family Young Master had already taken his bottle and glass and retreated to a corner to make room for them, but the two sides didn't fight.

Everyone probably had this experience. When you desperately need sleep, nothing can pique your interest, especially when you're rudely awakened from a sound sleep. At this moment, you only have one wish: to quickly resolve the matter at hand and go back to sleep.

And at this time, the only way to quickly resolve the matter at hand was this. The players on both sides acted simultaneously, Lan Yi's brothers grabbed Lan Yi, and Yun Zhongmu's comrades pulled Yun Zhongmu back.

"Don't fight, don't fight. What's there to fight about? Better to sleep for a while!"

Both sides grabbed their respective bosses and returned to their seats.

"Let go of me!" Yun Zhongmu roared. "Let me kill him."

"Kill me? How much health do you even have left? I'll fry you with one Lightning Bolt!" Lan Yi said, raising his hand to cast another Lightning Bolt, but his mouth was immediately covered by his own people, who pressed him down and refused to let him say another word.

Yun Zhongmu was treated similarly, forcibly dragged back by his brothers and pushed onto a stool. "Sleep, sleep! Don't make a fuss! Save your energy for Silvermoon."

The players from Moonlit City weren't helping in the fight, but trying to stop it. Such a bizarre scene finally occurred under the historical conditions of needing sleep. The temptation of sleep was so great; otherwise, why would humans spend a third of their time sleeping!

After Yun Zhongmu was dragged back, two warriors grabbed one of his arms each, using them as pillows, and fell asleep on the table.

Yun Zhongmu didn't know whether to laugh or cry and tried to break free. "Damn it, let go of me."

The two snored like thunder.

"Damn you, fine, I won't go up and fight, okay!"

His arms were quietly released. Yun Zhongmu helplessly pulled them back and glanced at Lan Yi across the way. Lan Yi's situation was similar; he had only been released by his own brothers after making the same promise. After glaring at each other, they both despised their brothers.

"Damn it, a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Yun Zhongmu cursed.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep yourselves to death!" Lan Yi said.

At this moment, Han Family Young Master floated over again with his wine glass. "Gentlemen, since you can't settle this with a fight, let's make it simple. Rock, paper, scissors?"

"Hmph, you dare?" Yun Zhongmu said contemptuously.

"Are you stupid? Why wouldn't I dare!" Lan Yi stood up to go over, but was grabbed by his vigilant brothers.

"Let go, didn't you hear? Rock, paper, scissors," Lan Yi cursed, finally managing to break free. The two walked to the center of the tavern, glaring at each other.

"You little brat, don't rely on your low agility to deliberately go slow!" Yun Zhongmu said.

"Don't be too quick with your hands, and then blame me for losing because I was too slow," Lan Yi retorted.

"Damn it, going slow to win is still reasonable?" Yun Zhongmu said.

"Are you an idiot? I'm a Mage, how can I be faster than you? You better slow down, don't blame me for cheating later," Lan Yi cursed.

"How fast can you even be? Tell me first!" Yun Zhongmu said, getting angry.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Han Family Young Master couldn't take it anymore. "How about this, don't use your fists. Write it on a piece of paper, and I'll check for you, okay?"

"Deal!" The two said, each taking a pen and paper to write. At the end, they carefully handed it to Han Family Young Master, who didn't hesitate and immediately turned it over to show them.

"Hahahaha!" Yun Zhongmu laughed. "One scissors, snipped your balls off, you little brat." Yun Zhongmu had written scissors, while Lan Yi had written paper, and the victory was immediately apparent.

Lan Yi was out of luck and had nothing more to say, angrily retreating.

"Brother Han, what's the plan? Tell me about it!" Yun Zhongmu was in a great mood, and his tone toward Han Family Young Master was much warmer, while continuing to glare at Lan Yi with a provocative gaze.

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