My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 877 - 298. Wumeioge’s Turnaround Plan!_3

Chapter 877: 298. Wumeioge’s Turnaround Plan!_3

The seven members of the "Big Bird Spinning Team" waited in place for a few minutes. They had already seen the Witch Hunters carry out those identical hunting treasure chests from the warehouse, indicating that the settlement was about to start. However, Wumeioge’s scheduled "Little Red Hand" was nowhere to be seen, which made everyone a bit anxious.

Just as Wumeioge was about to send a private message to hurry things along, someone suddenly jumped out from the shadows behind him, startling everyone else.

"Fuck, are you a ghost?"

Little Hand exclaimed:

"How come you walk so silently, wait a minute! Why can you become invisible in the dusk with that shadow walking? Isn’t that thing only supposed to make you invisible in darkness?"

Little Hand also had a part-time Thief occupation and could not help but ask questions, while the somewhat socially anxious Frostfang’s Claw glanced at him and replied very concisely:

"Master it to the expert level, and you can become invisible in dim light."

"Expert level?"

Little Hand’s eyes grew even wider as he complained:

"The Blood Rat Gang just appeared a few days ago, and you’ve already mastered this advanced skill? Fuck, dude, what do you do in real life? You must have some related skills, right?"

Ya Ya refused to answer this question.

But it wasn’t because he was arrogant.

It was because his profession was prone to rumors like "thievery," and he was already too lazy to explain this misunderstanding.

"Come on, brother. We know you’re a hidden ’Little Red Hand,’ so let’s borrow your luck for today."

Wumeioge pulled Ya Ya aside and placed the 45 keys he was holding onto a wooden stake in front of them, pushing out five extra keys and said:

"You won’t be working for free; these are your ’labor fees.’ How does that sound?"

"Fine."

Ya Ya’s hunting points weren’t abundant either.

That was normal; while others were killing Wolf People, he had always been in the sewers training lock-picking and shadow walking, not having much time to farm points. Suddenly being offered five extra keys, he saw no loss and agreed.

As for luck...

Honestly, he didn’t believe in it.

After all, his real-life job didn’t allow for superstitions. Otherwise, it was too easy to end up mentally exhausted, and there were "harsh lessons" within the industry.

"Let me say it upfront..."

Ya Ya felt he needed to remind Wumeioge because he himself was baffled when he received the invitation. Speaking in a "socially anxious person’s" tone, he said quietly:

"I can’t guarantee what I’ll open... I think it’s the same whoever does it."

"Ah, you can only say that because you’re a new player and haven’t heard about our team’s ’legend’ in this regard,"

Brother Black Silk said, stroking his stubble with a face full of regret, and he sighed:

"Trust me, brother, it really is different."

"Yeah, it is!"

On the other side, Ring Attack, gripping the hilt of his sword at his waist with a similar kicked-in-the-groin expression, complained:

"Even if you’re just an ordinary guy when it comes to luck, you’re way better than us. Really, man, we’re not expecting you to open anything fancy, just save us some face as these ’cursed folks.’"

"???"

Ya Ya couldn’t understand at all what these guys were talking about. Yan Song was equally puzzled.

After all, he had recently joined the team and seeing these folks so despondent, Yan Song suddenly felt he might have made a terribly bad decision in his career.

By joining this "Mafia," was he going to be infected with an incurable case of bad luck too?

Moreover, could this change in luck affect reality?

Hey!

In real life he was a pilot, and luck can’t be bad in that job!

Shit, is it too late for him to quit the team now?

"Don’t worry. We’re only short of the last 300 people to complete our proselytizing mission!"

Wumeioge, seeing the team’s morale waning, comforted them:

"Once I learn ’Lucky Spell,’ we’ll be able to get out of this crappy situation. This is the mysterious spell personally handed down by Avalon’s Boss. I refuse to believe it can’t contend with a rotten disposition."

"It’s starting! It’s starting!"

Just as he finished speaking, from the bustling crowd in front, the loud voice of Baldy the Vampire Martial Monk Giant Shark rang out. The crowd instantly became excited.

"Let’s go, let’s go! Our destiny-changing moment is tonight!"

Wumeioge rallied his spirit, intending to reach out and pull Ya Ya, who was standing in place, hesitating and gazing at the crowd. But just as he extended his hand, he suddenly retracted it, fearing that his bad luck might transfer to the "Little Red Hand" he had finally managed to recruit. He gave a sheepish smile and said to Ya Ya:

"Don’t like crowds, right? No worries, just wait here. We’ll bring back the boxes for you. Just be ready to open them, and we’re good."

This scene was observed by Natalie at the camp, and the Adventurer Guild’s president said in bewilderment:

"These warriors have such little confidence in their own luck? Could this truly be some sort of curse?"

"It’s man-made trouble,"

Ambo, who was juggling several fruits in her hands, had more interaction with the players and had thus heard some rumors. She quietly explained to her president:

"These guys had apparently spread rumors about Lady Cui Si, so they were cursed by her. Yeah, I heard it from Bull Bull; he described it so vividly."

"Haven’t I told you to lessen your association with warriors?"

Natalie, seeing the relaxed look on Ambo’s face, immediately felt a headache coming on and whispered:

"You know their secrets. Listen to me, Ambo, there won’t be a future between you guys."

"What are you talking about? It’s just me interacting normally with my warriors."

Ambo pursed her lips, about to explain, when she heard Bull Bull shouting from a distance:

"Ambo, come over and help me with the treasure chests! Let’s see how lucky you are."

"Oh, coming!"

Ambo replied crisply and quickly ran over. Natalie watched the two from different worlds joke and laugh together, letting out a long sigh. May the Avalon God bless her poor sister.