My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 921 - 313. So this is another man-made disaster?_2

Chapter 921: 313. So this is another man-made disaster?_2

"So, do you have some kind of weird fetish?"

"Uh..."

Pink Pear’s expression was quite awkward as he scratched his head and said,

"I intended to be called ’A Fenrir,’ but I got too excited during the registration test and misspelled it. This damned game doesn’t allow you to change your ID, so I’m stuck with it."

"Hahahahaha"

Hearing about this unlucky turn of events, Little Brother Fu immediately started laughing uproariously, holding his stomach.

Without any alternative, Pink Pear shrugged but soon got on an Earth Wolf and started to roam around. Seeing his expert manipulation, it was clear that this guy’s real-world profession was nothing simple, which immediately piqued Little Brother Fu’s interest.

He leaned in and asked,

"Dude, what do you do in real life? Were you born with the ’Riding’ talent? Why are you so proficient?"

"Oh, I’m a driver."

Remembering Little Brother Fu’s ’favor,’ Pink Pear responded quite candidly,

"Grew up on the grasslands, rode horses, and drove all kinds of vehicles. Riding wolves is indeed a first for me, but these creatures have been trained so well by the Wolf People that it’s no big issue."

"Oh? You’re a professional driver?"

Little Brother Fu’s eyes lit up as he asked,

"What license? A?"

"Hey, you’re looking down on people, aren’t you?"

Pink Pear proudly patted his chest and said,

"Could you get testing qualifications with just an A license? I’ve got a special license! Ever seen those big trucks that carry wind turbine blades and transformers? That’s what I drive."

"Holy shit! Badass!"

Little Brother Fu immediately gave a big thumbs-up and shook his head, then he lowered his voice and said,

"Not to hide anything from you, I’m actually in need of a driver right now... How about joining me? We can sign a contract; you’ll definitely earn more than you do now. Think about it, will you?"

"Ah?"

Little Brother Fu’s proposal caught Pink Pear off guard, and he said with a puzzled look,

"Not to mention whether you can drive yourself or not, just look at your current lifestyle, playing games for more than ten hours a day. Do you even have time to go out?

What do you need a driver for?

And what car do you have that requires a professional driver like me? Can’t you just find anyone on a job website?"

"Ah, talking about it is just bringing up sad stories."

Little Brother Fu, feeling rather drained, gestured and said,

"Finding a reliable driver is a must. I’ve been feeling low recently and am planning to buy an RV to travel around the country.

That way I won’t miss out on gaming either. So, are you in or out?"

"Whoa, an RV, huh? That’s cool."

Pink Pear said,

"Want me to recommend you a cost-effective model?"

"Hmm?"

Little Brother Fu gave Pink Pear an odd look, hesitated a moment, then said,

"I’ve already ordered a ’Globetrotter,’ it should arrive in half a month..."

"Holy cow! You’re talking about that super RV where even the basic model costs 1.7 million dollars? Badass!"

As a "professional," Pink Pear was thoroughly impressed by the name and instantly respected Little Brother Fu, saying,

"No wonder everyone on the forum calls you Brother Fu. I thought it was an exaggerated description, but it seems my view was too narrow."

"So, you in or what?"

Brother Fu asked. Pink Pear hesitated for a moment and said,

"How about we meet face to face offline? No offense, Brother Fu, but don’t you think you’re being too bold? We’ve just met for the first time and you’re already willing to hire me to drive you all over the country?

Aren’t you afraid of something going wrong?"

"Not afraid!"

Little Brother Fu said quite nonchalantly,

"Bad guys can’t get into this game. I trust in Brother Fa’s Commander’s testing team’s ’professional review’ capabilities. Anyone who can play together is definitely from the lawful alignments.

I was just complaining to my buddy yesterday, saying this isn’t just a game, it’s practically a ’talent pool.’

So, how about this: fly over to my place tonight. I’ll cover the plane ticket."

"Don’t rush it; I need to consult with my wife and kids first."

Pink Pear had made up his mind, leaving Little Brother Fu curious as he asked,

"Aren’t you going to ask about the wages? Aren’t you afraid I’ll cheat you?"

This question made Pink Pear roll his eyes. He skillfully pulled on the Earth Wolf’s reins and replied,

"Heh, someone who spends so much money on a whim just to have some fun probably won’t be too concerned about a driver’s salary. With a car that costs 1.7 million, even offering me 3000 a month would be an insult to the vehicle’s standards.

Don’t you think so?"

"emmmm, that makes sense."

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"Bang"

The low sound of a gunshot echoed through the woodland, and as Little Wei Ming stylishly worked her bolt to load a Burnt Gold Bullet into the chamber of her Iron Hammer Guard, she folded her wings and gently landed, surrounded by the shattered bones of several Skeleton Warriors she had just dispatched.

Using precious Burning Gold bullets to take out such low-tier monsters was a loss in terms of profit, but Sister Fu was happy and wealthy, and efficiency was her pursuit in killing.

Behind her were Lumina with a Seven-Stringed Zither on her back and a hunting gun in hand, along with a Family Guardian Wing Blade at her waist, and Orchid wielding a Ghoul series Sword and Shield.

The three girls hadn’t gone to the Wolf People’s watchtower to sign a mercenary contract. As elite players who had played a key role in supporting Hog and the Bloodclaw Clan, they obviously had their privileges.

When the small players had gathered earlier, these three ladies had gone to meet with Hog, receiving a [Pursue the Evil Spirits] mission from him.

"Hog said its Gnoll Geomancers confirmed that these skeletons were not normal, but they were short-handed and couldn’t explore deeper into the woodland. The Gnoll Geomancer named ’Gold Teeth’ insisted that the heart of the Skeleton Army was in the direction close to the Polluted Swamp."