Chapter 84
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Moreover, in just three seconds, this new post quickly rose to the top.
Red.
Pinned and marked red.
Only the moderators of the forum could do that.
[Admin · 007]: The seventh person on the Gunner God leaderboard has died. His last location is in Hua City. The reason is unknown. The seventh position will be replaced by the eighth person.
"…"
The entire forum was silent for ten seconds before it exploded even more violently.
[F * ck, f * ck, he's really dead. I don't even know who killed him. I'm going crazy.]
[He's in Hua City? Since when did Hua City have such a ruthless person? Which big shot is in Hua City?]
[The big shot's whereabouts are all encrypted. We won't know.]
[Wait, aren't you guys paying attention to Admin 007???]
[So what if I know? I'm invisible and can't get in touch with the management team. Sigh, I wonder if I can ask the moderator for a privilege when my growth value reaches one million?]
[Don't even think about it. One million growth value is probably not enough. You can just kill the first person on the bounty list. Maybe you can.]
[I'm leaving. Even if I blow up the Earth, I won't go up against the first person on the bounty list. Do I want to die?]
[I remember now. Didn't the seventh person on the Gunner God leaderboard accept a bounty to kill the seventh person on the bounty list? Could it be that the bounty target killed him instead?]
[Who knows. Sigh, anyway, as a hunter, you'll die one day. Clerical jobs like us are better.]
[Come on, do you think you won't be hunted down just because you're a hacker? Why don't you try hacking Norton University? [Death Smile]]
[…]
Because even the moderator came out to announce the death of the seventh person on the Gunner God leaderboard, the users accepted it even if they didn't believe it.
It was also because of this change in the leaderboard that many hunters were on high alert.
This night was destined to be turbulent for these international bigwigs.
**
On the other side.
Ying Zijin carried her backpack back to her room and threw it on top of the wardrobe.
She even went to the bathroom to wash her hands and get rid of the dust on them.
Wen Fengmian had gone to bed early, so she did not notice that she had gone out ten minutes ago.
Wen Tinglan saw it, but he thought that Ying Zijin went to take out the garbage.
He would never have thought that in such a short period of time, his sister had not only gone out to deal with a Sharpshooter, but also brought back a Desert Eagle and an AS50.
Ying Zijin squeezed the juice from the cut fruits and gave Wen Tinglan and Old Mr. Zhong a cup each. Then, she sat on the sofa and watched a TV series.
He looked very serious.
It was as if nothing had happened.
This was the scene that Fu Yunshen saw when he returned.
He looked lazy and said in a low voice, "Yaoyao."
Ying Zijin did not turn around, but raised a glass of juice for him.
Fu Yunshen took it and sat down beside her. "I've put the gift in your room. Remember to open it."
Ying Zihua nodded his head, still watching the TV intently.
"It's not that, little kid." Fu Yunshen looked at the TV series that was playing and raised his eyebrows. "This TV series is better than mine?"
"Then —" Ying Zijin finally turned her head and paused. "It's better than yours."
The plot was complicated and melodramatic. She liked it.
"…"
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and flicked her forehead. "You're heartless."
Ying Zijin glanced at him and took away the juice in his hand. "Then don't drink it."
"…"
He once again experienced the ruthlessness of children.
"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll treat you and your classmates to lunch." Fu Yunshen patted her head and smiled. "There's a chef from Continent O who cooks really well."
"Continent O?" Ying Zijin looked up. "What restaurant?"
Fu Yunshen leaned on the sofa.
Ramsay, a famous restaurant with three Michelin stars. I've contacted their chef team. "
Ying Zijin thought for a while.
Oh, she had never heard of it.
The living room was silent for more than ten seconds.
Ying Zijin said slowly, "You can ask them yourself in the future."
Fu Yunshen: "?"
"Don't be afraid." She yawned. "I won't laugh at you."
"…"
On the other side of the living room.
Old Mr. Zhong was still playing chess with the teenager. He had no idea how many rounds he had lost.
Wen Tinglan silently noted it down and calculated that he would get a lot of red packets. He suddenly felt closer to Old Mr. Zhong.
This grandfather of his seemed to be quite good.
**
At the same time, in Continent O.
It was past four o 'clock in the afternoon in Country Y. The sun was setting in the west and the sun was shining brightly.
Zhong Manhua went to Ramsay.
Ramsay, a restaurant with three Michelin stars.
Usually, one had to make a reservation two months in advance. Hence, before she came to Continent O, she had already made a reservation in January.
Ramsay Restaurant was named after its founder, who was a world-class God of Cookery.
The founder had a fiery temper and was called "Hell's Chef" by the media.
Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting liked Ramsay very much.
Ramsay. They had brought their son and daughter here to eat a few times before.
This time, they had also made a reservation here for Xiao Xuan's birthday.
Zhong Manhua walked to the counter and took out her passport. "I've already made a reservation. Three seats for tonight. The chef's menu."
Hearing this, the receptionist looked up in surprise and smiled politely. "Miss, you still don't know?"
Zhong Manhua frowned. "What's wrong?"
----- Digression —
It's going to hit the shelves soon. I'm so nervous. QvQ
There really is Ramsay.
The founder of Ramsay really exists.
But I've never been there before, so I wrote it based on the information.
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