After entering the interface of the "card table," the "players at this table" could communicate through typing or voice. Of course, they could also turn on the video chat function.
Feng Bujue didn't hesitate much. He directly turned on the video and said to the screen, "I'm here."
After a short silence, the user with the ID of [Organizer] and a question mark on his avatar also turned on the voice chat, "It seems that … you don't care about exposing your identity."
"Hmph … That kind of thing has been exposed a long time ago, hasn't it?" Feng Bujue snorted coldly.
"Oh? How do you know? "asked the organizer.
"With the resources you have … As long as you take a cup or straw that I used on Solomon, you can find out who I am by relying on fingerprints and DNA." Feng Bujue replied, "And … the first sentence you said just now was a confession without being pressed."
"Huh?" The organizer was startled when he heard this.
"Hmph … Your reaction is so slow …" Feng Bujue didn't give the other party any time to react. After a second, he continued, "Indeed, the appearance I am using now is my own appearance, and the name is also homophonic, but … How did you know? That day on Solomon, what you saw was only the face of a clown and the name of a crow … However, at this moment, in this virtual game where one can adjust one's appearance, the first sentence you said to me after seeing me was' You don't care about exposing your identity anymore? 'This is equivalent to telling me that the person you' saw 'matches the identity you' found out. '"Zhang Lisheng nodded his head and looked at Zhang Lisheng.
He finished his speech quickly, causing the organizer to fall into silence again.
After a while, the organizer … also turned on the video chat function. Immediately afterward, a young face appeared on the screen.
"Let's formally introduce ourselves …" The organizer, who had a Chinese and European face (Brother Jue judged that he was Asian from the skin color of his neck and hands when he was wearing a mask), said to Brother Jue with a smile, "… My name is Adolf Snow, a rich man who loves' games. '"
"Oh, hello." Brother Jue responded weakly, "Since you should have checked my name, occupation, and so on, I won't repeat myself. If you want to call me an artist or a great writer … Don't be shy, I can handle it."
"Hmph … You are really as' crazy 'as the internet says," Snow said. "Crazy, no, jest."
He deliberately said these three words word by word, as if he was implying something.
Brother Jue also understood the other party's implication. "So … your research on me did not stop at the level of 'files.'"
"Yes …" Snow did not deny it. "After I found out about your identity, I became more interested in you … So, I read the books you wrote, watched the TV shows you recorded, and found out a lot about what you did in 'Thriller Paradise' through various channels …" When he said this, his eyes were shining with excitement. "Hmph … To be honest … I'm really starting to like you more and more."
"Hmm … Your gay lines …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and complained. "It's easy for people to have 'that' kind of misunderstanding."
"It doesn't matter," Snow replied disapprovingly. "I've always been bisexual."
"I see …" Feng Bujue nodded.
Then, there was a very strange silence for a few seconds.
"I already have a girlfriend," Brother Jue said after a few seconds of silence.
"Hahahaha …" Snow laughed. "Don't worry, you're not my cup of tea." He paused for half a second and said again, "When I said 'like you', it was as an 'opponent in the game.' There was no other meaning."
"Why do I feel like you deliberately used those words that could be easily misunderstood to test my reaction?" Feng Bujue was really sharp.
Snow heard that and was stunned again. After a few seconds, he said, "Okay, okay, you saw through me. I was originally thinking, if the conversation went well, I would …"
"That kind of assumption no longer exists." Feng Bujue immediately interrupted him. "Say something else."
Snow shrugged and laughed. "Hmph … That's fine." He thought about it again and said, "Oh right, about the topic of 'identity,' I still have one thing that I don't understand …" He then asked, "When we were on Solomon the day before yesterday, since you knew very well that … no matter what, I would eventually find out your identity, then … why did you put on such exaggerated clown makeup under the mask?"
"Oh … That …" Feng Bujue laughed. "That was an emergency measure I prepared to prevent someone from taking off my mask during the banquet or the game." He explained, "Of course, that kind of thing … As the organizer, you and your subordinates wouldn't do it, because you have the information of all the guests. Taking a step back, even if you suspected my identity, you would ask me to go out alone and let me take off my mask." He paused for a second and then changed the topic. "But, it's hard to say what will happen to the other guests. What if one of them gets angry and pulls off my mask when I'm not paying attention? Then, my face will be seen by everyone around me. And this kind of situation … is very troublesome.
"The people in the banquet hall that day were all upper-class people who had nowhere else to go. Many of them would still return to the shore after that night … Among them, as long as one of them recognized me, there would be endless trouble in the future."
"He actually … has considered that level?" Snow murmured after listening to what Fang Ning said.
"Isn't it natural to consider that level?" Feng Bujue replied, "Impersonating someone else's identity, taking a ship registered in Panama, sailing to the high seas … to participate in a game that is illegal no matter how you look at it. An itinerary like this … Even if you end up being 'dismembered and buried in the sea,' no one would find it strange, right?"
Brother Jue's words were a shock to Snow's thinking.
This was an excellent example of "different situations lead to different ways of thinking."
People who went to explore the mountains with a full set of wilderness survival equipment and people who were lost in the mountains empty-handed would think of things in a very different way. They might even be polar opposites.
The things that Feng Bujue said … Snow would indeed think about it. In fact, in order to make the "game" more interesting, he often thought about the problems from the perspective of the "prey." However, he couldn't think of Brother Jue's "level."
"Phew … If possible, I really want you to come to me as a consultant," Snow said after a while.
"Sorry, I don't have plans to change careers," Feng Bujue said.
"I'll give you a truck of US dollars. How about you consider it?" Perhaps it was a habit of Snow's. He almost blurted out the word "truck" as a unit of measurement for money.
"I can see that you're a person who doesn't take money seriously." Feng Bujue didn't answer him directly but responded with a sentence.
"Why?" Snow continued, "You want to say … You too?"
"Yes, me too," Feng Bujue said.
Although they both didn't take money seriously, their natures were very different. One of them was super rich, and the other … Often, he would jump out and say, "A gentleman is poor but does not let his ambition fall." He really didn't have much money.
"Well …" Snow sighed. "I think I know your answer." At this point, his tone was a little cold. "Then … Your Excellency, who is' indifferent to fame and fortune, 'why did you come to today's appointment?"
"Nonsense, because I want 'that thing,'" Feng Bujue replied.
"That thing …" Snow snorted. "Hmph … Isn't it just money?"
"Who said I'm going to sell it?" Feng Bujue said. "Didn't I tell you on the ship? I was entrusted by someone to get that thing."
"Just because you were entrusted …" Snow continued. "You went on a trip that you might not return from?"
"Why not?" Brother Bujue asked.
"In other words …" Snow said again. "Today, if you win against me and get 'that thing,' you'll give it to the person who entrusted you without taking a single cent?"
"That's between me and him," Feng Bujue said. "You … are here to 'play,' aren't you?"
"Haha …" Snow laughed. "Yes … 'originally', I was just here to have fun."
From the way he said this, it was obvious that he was about to say 'but'.
"But …" Snow did not disappoint. "Now I've changed my mind."
"Nong want to team up?" Feng Bujue's hooligan voice came out as he spoke, even his hometown dialect.
"Haha …" Snow's smile deepened. "Before this, we agreed that for this' duel, 'my wager was' that thing, 'and your wager was the hundreds of thousands of dollars you won from me (he did not remember how much Brother Jue had won the night before, so he said' hundreds of thousands'), right?"
"What? You want me to raise the stakes? "Feng Bujue said.
"Since you and I don't regard money as anything important, using it as a wager … Isn't it too boring?" Snow went with the flow.
"Don't you think it's a bit too much to make such a request when the duel is about to start?" Feng Bujue naturally would not agree immediately. He was trying to fight for his own interests.
"'Too much'?" Snow repeated those two words and laughed. "You pretended to be my guest, sneaked onto my cruise ship, and used a fake identity to steal hundreds of thousands of dollars from my banquet … And I didn't throw you into the sea, nor did I take the money back. I didn't even detain you illegally to extort a confession … Now, you're saying that I've gone overboard?"
"Well … When you put it that way, it seems to make sense." Feng Bujue touched his chin as if he had just understood and responded casually.
Snow was also mentally prepared for Brother Jue's unscrupulous words and deeds. He suppressed his desire to complain and went on to the previous topic. "In short, what I mean is that the wager on my side remains unchanged … No, I can even take a step back and give the hundreds of thousands to you. But the wager on your side … "
"If I lose, I have to be your consultant, right?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Oh … Exactly." Snow was not surprised that his Brother Jue directly gave the answer.
"Sigh … I knew it." Feng Bujue said, "It's not about money … It's about people."
"If you agree to this condition, we can start." When Snow heard that there was hope, he hurriedly urged him to make a decision quickly.
"Well, let's bet." Feng Bujue did not hesitate. "But, this is a verbal agreement … Do you trust me?"
"Of course," Snow said. "Didn't you also believe that I will give you the things after I lose without any guarantee of a contract?"
Feng Bujue smiled and said, "You flatter me. That's because when we reached the agreement (it was on Solomon at that time, after Brother Jue took off his mask), I didn't even have room to question."
"That's okay. In short, I believe that you will keep your promise," Snow said. Snow said, "Because the opponent I recognize … must be a man who can win and can also afford to lose."
…
Twenty minutes later.
[Your deck is ready.] After confirming the selection of the deck, Feng Bujue turned around and faced the elevator door.
Beep —
When Feng Bujue pressed the [DUEL] button, the elevator door opened with a buzzing sound.
Outside the door, there was an arched stone corridor.
The corridor was made of white stones and was quite spacious. More than ten meters in front of it, there was an exit. The scorching sun had already shone in from outside the exit.
[Please choose your duel equipment.]
The moment he stepped out of the elevator, the system voice sounded again.
In the next second, a window popped up in front of Brother Jue. There were only two options in the window, [Duel Console] and [Duel Disc].
Feng Bujue chose the Duel Disc without thinking and pressed the confirm button.
In an instant, the stream of data burst out of thin air and turned into a ball of white light that wrapped around his arm.
Three seconds later, the white light condensed and gradually dimmed. A device with a blue base, white frame, and red axis, like a folded mechanical wing, had already appeared on Brother Jue's left forearm.
[It has been detected that your dominant hand is right-handed. The Duel Disc is installed on your left hand by default. If you want to change the settings, please return to the login space settings.]
[Your Duel Disc is, DD (Duel _ Disc) – Standard Type. For more cool skins, please go to the online store to get them.]
During the process of the Duel Disc's journey, these two lines of subtitles with voice messages also flashed in front of Brother Jue.
"What's the use of being cool? Can it increase the probability of getting a lucky draw …" Feng Bujue looked at the advertising prompt that floated by and secretly complained.
At this time, he had already reached the end of the arched stone corridor.
When he stepped out of the stone door, his eyes suddenly opened up. The "duel arena" that he had chosen on the "card table", the [Ancient Roman Coliseum], came into view in front of Brother Jue.
At the same time, from the stone door opposite him, another duelist who was also equipped with a Duel Disc walked out. It was Adolf Snow.
When the two of them were in their respective positions (there was a cursor on the ground to indicate the duelists' standing area) and stood in the huge circular arena, a new system voice sounded.
This time, it was not a "prompt", but a "broadcast" that directly sounded in the arena.
Only to hear … a very hot-blooded male voice announcing —
[Adhere to the rules and etiquette, have a happy duel.]
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