Chapter 112 - I Dont Chase After Stars (2/2)

At that moment, the system sent him a notification that Brazil and Li Lin had both @ him at the same time. They also gave him a live stream room number on the “Zwitch.”

Roland did not know what it was, but he clicked it out of his trust for his friends.

Then, he saw Fan Six Hundred Million belly-dancing in a tavern. The surrounding drunkards cheered and wolf-whistled. The scene was extremely hot.

“What does this have to do with me?” Roland asked in the chat.

Li Lin: “She’s in Delpon City now. She seems to be in a tavern called Gray Sand.”

Brazil: “Quick, go and take a look. It’s rare to see a famous celebrity. Perhaps we can get some connections and autographs.”

Fan Six Hundred Million has come to Delpon City?

What is she doing here? As soon as this thought came to mind, Roland felt that he was asking too much. This was a game world; she could go anywhere she liked. It was none of his business.

“Not interested! It’s not like you guys aren’t aware that I’m not interested in celebrities.”

Li Lin: “Tsk!”

Brazil: “It’s a good opportunity to become a member of the riders. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Roland: “Heh!”

At this moment, Betta sent a message. “Brother Roland, let’s go take a look. I’ll be leaving Delpon City after taking a look. Let’s treat it as a farewell celebration.”

Roland: “???”

Betta: “Let’s talk in detail at the Gray Sand.”

Okay! Roland got up helplessly. Although he still felt a little nauseous and his legs were a little weak, he had to understand why Betta was suddenly leaving Delpon City.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the Gray Sand Tavern. Before he even entered, he heard a loud commotion coming from inside.

It was deafening.

Roland went in. In the large hall, the tables and chairs in the middle had all been cleared. There was only a beautiful, blonde, green-eyed dancer dancing in the middle.

Beside her, there was a player who looked like a bard. He was playing the brisk song, “Little Apple,” with a lute.

In the middle of the hall, Fan Six Hundred Million’s waist was twisting like a snake.

The surrounding guests were flushed red with excitement.

A drunkard could not stand it any longer. He grabbed a man beside him and knocked his forehead heavily against his.

The man fainted with a loud thud. The victim fainted while the perpetrator’s face was covered in blood as he continued to scream wildly. He waved his hands like a gorilla.

There were at least a hundred patrons in the entire tavern. The sounds they made could almost blow off the roof.

Roland covered his ears and looked around. Soon, he found Betta.

He occupied a table by himself.

After all, he was a “n.o.ble.” Typical customers did not dare to approach Betta.

Roland walked over and sat down opposite Betta.

Betta watched Fan Six Hundred Million. He nodded along to her dancing, gyrating to the music.

It had to be said that the bard had some skills. Even with such deafening noise, the music he played could still be heard clearly by everyone.