My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 912 - 310. The Bloodclaw Clan is a civilized clan of Wolf People; we understand that tribute is a higher form of vassalage!_2

Chapter 912: 310. The Bloodclaw Clan is a civilized clan of Wolf People; we understand that tribute is a higher form of vassalage!_2

Touching Your Poverty hopped off the saddle and strode to the side of Dump Truck and his crew to report:

"I saw a large number of Wolf People coming from the clearing in the woods over there, pushing carts full of various items. It seems that ’Pangolin’ didn’t break his promise. They’re definitely not thieves or robbers."

"Whether they really are needs to be determined after counting our goods!"

The second batch of Scholars who had transformed into Vampires, Traveler Little Zhou, leaning on a Vampire-styled magic wand, wrapped in his cloak in the shadows, spoke in an eerie tone:

"Based on the value estimated by One Punch and Sao Brother, if anything’s missing, it’d prove that these Wolf People are taking kickbacks! They’d need to be punished severely!"

"Let’s get the brothers roaming the woods to come back first, to avoid any hostage situation."

The prudent and experienced Dump Truck said to Tepar standing beside him with a sword, who nodded and swiftly climbed to the top of a still-standing building. He took out the brass horn hanging from his waist and blew it urgently.

This was the prearranged signal for the small players who were wandering in the woods to hurry back.

As the horn sounded, players around the deserted courtyard quickly returned, while the "Scout Trio" shared piece of news in hushed voices while they hurried back.

"I just dug up a tree."

The short and plump Border City Prodigal shook the mud from his hands, saying:

"I dug a meter down and pulled up the small tree, roots and all. I can only say it’s incredibly realistic—the way the roots cling to the soil is just so intricately detailed."

"I climbed a tree to scout the terrain."

The tall and lean Mr. Ziwei played with some rusted Dwarf Round Shield copper coins in his hands and, squinting his eyes, said:

"At least in the area I saw, it’s very natural, without any discordant traces of artificial tampering, just like the feeling of looking out at mountains in the real world—I’m a professional in this area.

I can assure you there’s no sign of artificial alteration. If you’d like to listen, I could even analyze the feng shui of these woods for you."

"Um..."

The most imposing figure among them, Mustard Micro-fool, glanced at the rabbit in his hands and shrugged, saying:

"I caught a rabbit. We’ll know how ’realistic’ this thing can simulate once we roast and taste it. Speaking of which, if it weren’t for the ’log out’ option, I’d really feel as if I’d traveled to another world... Do you know how hard it was to catch this rabbit?

This damned thing is even more agile and larger than the rabbits in reality."

This plunged the three "well-connected" fellows into silence.

They soon returned to the abandoned camp and regrouped with three other "comrades." Compared to the ordinary looking Scouts, these three silent and professional brothers clearly stood out.

The eldest and most experienced Border City Prodigal, frowning, reminded the three before him:

"I know you guys were seconded from the brother department to assist, but please be a bit more ’professional,’ meaning, loosen up a bit, will you? This isn’t your usual place; don’t let others notice you’re different."

This comment prompted the Trio to exchange glances.

Their names were also quite amusing—Paid fish-touching, Paid to Feed Fish, and Paid to Fish—their styles clearly pre-arranged before entering the game.

In response to Brother Prodigal’s reminder, fish-touching looked at the boisterous gathering of small players nearby and with a hint of helplessness said:

"We already knew about our mission before being transferred, but the problem is, this is nothing like what we’d imagined. Is this really the kind of stuff you deal with every day? It doesn’t match our idea of the ’special agent’ profession at all."

"Shush, shush, shush!"

Mr. Ziwei immediately stepped forward making a silencing gesture, scolding:

"Don’t talk about that here!"

"Looks like we need to have a meeting tonight."

Mustard Micro-fool tossed the rabbit in his hand, saying:

"Regarding your subsequent modes of operation. But for now, please don’t tense up. You have to understand, this is theoretically a ’game.’ So display the relaxed attitude of playing a game—I mean, don’t you guys play games normally?"

"We do, or else we wouldn’t have been selected."

Paid to Fish glanced down at the hunting crossbow in his hands, with an exasperated look, admitting:

"But who plays games like this? It’s not that we’re tense, but this damned thing’s too realistic. You know, you have to be vigilant when entering a new environment. Speaking of which, we won’t suffer brain death in the real world if we die here, will we?"

"No, that’s been confirmed."

Border City Prodigal waved his hand and assured:

"So play boldly and don’t be too purpose-driven. We’re just at the information-gathering stage, so theoretically, opening the map in the game and collecting NPC information is part of that process.

I heard that there’s a guild in the game called the Scarlet Hammer Sickle Group made up of old soldiers, and Lord Maxim’s Cadman People’s Army is also recruiting. You three have the right specialties, maybe you could try joining?"

"Okay, we’ll give it a try."

The three brothers nodded and quickly clambered onto the ruins above the deserted camp, each finding a high point to lie in wait.

The positions they chose allowed them to oversee everything from above, ensuring they could intervene at the first sign of any commotion below.