Chapter 989
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On the third day, the thing that the orange cat asked him to build was finally completed.
Marceau had been very comfortable for the past two days, mainly because of the Orange Cat's raw crystal called "Little Tyrant."
After crushing the raw crystal, she would be able to enjoy twenty minutes to half an hour of comfort.
Living in this dangerous city, Marceau had to tighten her nerves every day and was in a state of extreme depression.
However, Little Tyrant had rescued her from this state! Marceau felt that her gloomy life had begun to glow.
"Deadline! Call a few people to move the things up! "
Marceau shouted to the second-in-command of the Sewing Gang from their hiding place under the Sewing Gang Tavern.
Deadline, who used to immediately respond to her orders, was now silent.
"Deadline!"
Marceau shouted again and quickly walked to where Deadline was sitting.
"Boss! You can knock out a star here. After eating it, you can walk sideways! "
"I know. I told you to find a block that can knock out green mushrooms."
Deadline was sitting with a group of members of the Sewing Gang. Without exception, a glowing interface appeared in front of them.
Marceau was using Orange Cat's Little Tyrant, and her subordinates were also using this raw crystal to relieve their stress. At the same time, they sold it as a new type of Joy Mixture to customers.
Although this thing was still in the promotion stage and only a few regular customers were willing to pay for it, Marceau looked at the group of strong men who were so enthusiastic about picking mushrooms.
She was sure that … this thing would become popular in the entire city in the future.
The premise was that Marceau had to let these guys finish the work at hand and not hide in a corner for 24 hours a day, pressing the controller and laughing from time to time.
"All of you, get up!" Marceau's voice sounded as terrifying as a lion. The moment she shouted, a few sharp needles pierced into the arms of the Sewing Gang members.
Marceau had also mastered some magic. Her best skill was controlling the sewing needle and sending it into the enemy's body.
The members of the Sewing Gang who felt the pain immediately stood up. After seeing Marceau's horrified expression, they quickly ran deeper into the Sewing Gang's hiding place.
Marceau looked at the group of people leaving and found a cigarette with a headache. This kind of tobacco was very rare in the city and could only be found in some building ruins.
Only Marceau would occasionally smoke one when she was happy. A scarlet inscription appeared on her fingertips, and a flame made of magic ignited the cigarette.
"That friend of yours in the Quest Society is quite powerful."
Marceau spat out a mouthful of smoke and looked at Heiwei, who was sitting in the corner.
"That cat isn't a member of the Quest Society!" Heiwei said.
"Whatever you say."
Marceau no longer paid attention to Heiwei. A servant from the Sewing Gang hurriedly ran into the hiding place.
"Lady Marceau … another guest has requested for the origin crystal called 'Little Tyrant'," the attendant said.
"Tell him to wait." Marceau then said to Heiwei in a mocking tone, "It seems like the Laughter Mixture and the Quest Society's Black Water are going to be outdated."
"You know you're selling origin crystals," Heiwei said to the woman in a warning tone. "How long can you hide it from the inspection team?"
"As long as there's enough profit, those bastards from the inspection team will still close their eyes." Marceau put out the cigarette in her hand and walked straight upstairs.
At this time, the Sewing Gang brought out a huge wooden box from the warehouse. The Orange Cat that Heiwei was familiar with sat on the wooden box.
"I'm leaving."
"Eh, you haven't left yet …"
Heiwei and Orange Cat's voices sounded at almost the same time. Heiwei's tightly clasped fingers heard this sentence, and the force was so strong that his joints turned white.
"You bastard!" After saying this, Heiwei stood up from his seat and ran straight out of the Sewing Gang's hiding place.
The other members of the Sewing Gang wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
"I'm guessing this guy is a girl." Qianmian's voice sounded from Orange Cat's body.
"This has nothing to do with me …"
Josiah controlled Orange Cat to sit on the first arcade machine made of wooden materials. He glanced around the hiding place.
"Where's your boss?" Josiah asked.
"Lady Marceau will be here soon."
The group of Sewing Gang members who had finished their work ran back to their seats in the next second. They hugged the controller of 'Little Tyrant' and started pressing it.
"I'm worried about the future of this gang," Hiri said softly.
Marceau came downstairs while Josiah was debugging the arcade machine with Orange Cat.
"What can this wooden coffin do?"
Marceau walked around the arcade machine that was as tall as a person. In her eyes, this thing was a somewhat special looking coffin.
If it wasn't for the 'Little Tyrant' made by Orange Cat, Marceau wouldn't have cooperated with Josiah to make this thing.
"Give me the most worthless coin."
Josiah made Orange Cat extend its little claws to the woman in front of it.
Marceau took a rusty coin from the other side of the table. This coin was called a Rat Tooth Coin … An eagle's claw was about 57 Rat Teeth.
"How many do you have?" Josiah asked as he weighed the rusty coin in his hand.
"As many as you want. No one would want this even if you threw it into the hands of the Drifters," Marceau said.
"Find me a bunch of these coins. This thing might increase in price in the future."
Josiah constructed an inscription and engraved the code that could activate the arcade machine on the coin. At the same time, he used a sharp attribute to brand the deep letter 'V' mark on the coin.
This' V 'character completely covered the Rat's mark on the surface of the coin.
"Now this coin is called 'Victory'. Now … look closely at the function of this coffin."
Josiah threw the coin floating on Orange Cat's little claws into the slot of the arcade machine. The inscription system inside the arcade machine sensed the mark that Josiah had engraved on the coin, and the magic stored inside was instantly activated.
An image was projected on the surface of the arcade machine, accompanied by music.
"Another new game?" Marceau looked at the image and felt a little … helpless. She turned back to look at the group of Sewing Gang members behind her. They who were originally playing 'Little Tyrant' all raised their heads at this time.
"Try holding this."
Orange Cat pointed to a joystick on the arcade machine.
This joystick was specially made by Josiah using an Original Crystal. The entire body was engraved with an inscription that reinforced the inscription. Unless one's strength was comparable to that of a bull or a tiger, it would be impossible to destroy this thing.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to destroy this thing.
Marceau reached out and touched the joystick. A warm energy began to flow into her body. This energy was exactly the same as when she crushed the Original Crystal.
However, it wasn't as strong.
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