My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 906 - 308. Put construction or whatever aside, let’s collect a debt first!_2

Chapter 906: 308. Put construction or whatever aside, let’s collect a debt first!_2

"Alright!"

"Well said!"

"For the glory of Storm City, for the Supreme King!"

Beneath, a cheer went up, more people clapped their hands, and some were even whistling. It was an excited gesture typical of "Alliance dogs," but this act completely disrupted the serious atmosphere that Tepar had finally managed to create, as well as the rhythm of the speech he had spent an hour preparing last night.

Looking at his enthusiastic brothers below, Tepar sighed helplessly.

Alas, even the most hardcore RP is player at heart and obedient they are not, especially when compared to NPCs.

"I should’ve been taking everyone to get acquainted with the current situation in Transylvania and the epic stories of this land, but right now, there is a very important matter waiting for us to execute!"

"My brothers, in a recent decisive battle that determined the fate of Transylvania, I and other honorable warriors suffered great casualties to achieve victory, yet the spoils that belonged to us were stolen by a cunning Jackal Tribe Chief!"

Tepar noticed Brother Dump Truck in the crowd signaling to him frequently and remembered that there was serious business to attend to today. He hurriedly switched topics, righteously pumping his fist as he roared:

"Right now, our companions are ready to head to the Smugglers’ Forest where the Bloodclaw Clan lurks to demand an explanation, and in this moment, I need brave Knights to join me in this righteous debt collection action!

This is the will of the Holy Light!"

"Fuck! There’s this thing? Let’s do it!"

Mr. Ziwei, who was stirring up trouble nearby, bellowed without concern for the repercussions, immediately triggering many responses as if it were a war rally. Border City Prodigal and Mustard Micro-Fool, who were beside him, observed their surroundings while trying to blend into the group with raised fists.

This kind of behavior, akin to skiving, was determined by the nature of their job.

Before going online, Loyal Brother repeatedly reminded them not to reveal their identities; just pretend to be foolish little players, and it’ll be okay.

For the three seasoned intelligence officers, this wasn’t difficult; after all, it wasn’t their first day on the job. The issue was that there were three young men beside them, vigilant and silent.

Their demeanor and the sharpness of their continuously scanning eyes stood out uncomfortably, oozing severity and menace as if ready to lash out at any moment, sharp and forbidding, making others instinctively want to keep their distance.

Observing them, Vomit Mud Sauce couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. He had seen this kind of enduring, disciplined temperament before; the newly transitioned veterans at his unit had that look when they first started...

Oh, so these three guys are military veterans?

"Damn! When Brother Shovel told me earlier, I thought he was seeing things, but I didn’t expect you, you little rascal, to actually follow through?"

As Vomit Mud Sauce was seriously observing from within the crowd, a pair of hands reached from behind and dragged him out, bringing him back to the now-empty Midnight Room.

Then, a familiar roar exploded behind him, causing the young man to shrink his neck. Turning around, he saw his own father... uh, the player ID known as "Half-Hanging Insurance" now carrying an exquisite fishing rod and a bucket filled with a few fish, hands on hips, glaring at him furiously.

Half-Hanging Brother shouted:

"Dump Truck told me there had been someone asking after me on the forums; was that you, you little punk? Seems like you’ve been lurking on the forums long enough. What are you doing here? A young man not working properly and sneaking off to play games, right?

Tell me the truth!

Did your mother send you to Transylvania to drag me back?

She can dream on!

I couldn’t be bothered to fish or argue with her in reality, and now I’ve sought refuge in the game. She still won’t let it go? Your mother and you, are you trying to drive me to my grave?

What have I ever done to wrong the two of you?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don’t yell, let’s talk this out peacefully."

Brother Dump Truck and Brother Shovel, who were close at hand, quickly stepped forward to restrain the fuming Half-Hanging Insurance. Brother Dump Truck, as a brother-in-law, also tried to mediate:

"Don’t shout, let the kid have his say, don’t jump to conclusions. Maybe the kid is just worried about you and came to check on you. Besides, the test group is always recruiting talents from various professions. Our kid is so capable, perhaps he’s already been invited by the testing team."

"Yeah, I didn’t even say what I’m here for."

Vomit Mud Sauce shrugged helplessly, explaining to his angry and sad father:

"And Mom really is worried about you, mostly because you sleep with this thing on every night. She was concerned you were getting scammed, so she told me. I didn’t expect my application to the game to be approved so quickly. Don’t worry, I’m not here to catch you.

This week, I’ll go home, and we can clear things up with Mom... she’s already promised me she won’t stop you from going fishing anymore, and I’ll buy you another set of fishing rods.

Don’t be angry, it’s not good for your health at your age."

"Buy my ass! There aren’t any flying fish for me to catch in reality!"

Half-Hanging Insurance glared at his son, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly:

"Anyways, you’re here now, and I can’t send you back. Let’s discuss this after you head home this week. For now, come with me to get the introduction quest done."

"Hey, I was planning to go collect debts with them!"

Vomit Mud Sauce saw his father’s mood switch from stormy to cloudy and immediately knew he had dodged a scolding. Nobody knew their father’s temper better than him, so he grinned and said: