239 Chapter 239 - Rotating Twin Incineration (1/2)

The brat who was gleefully conversing with Monologue under the Moon was none other than the student Ah Fa. A kid like him did not have the prudence of an adult, so his blatant show of his mirth further infuriated Monologue under the Moon.

In the end, Monologue under the Moon still had to care for The Black Hand's image. They were a mercenary group and not a guild. With the guild's aim to dominate others, it could get away with bullying the weak and helpless. As for a mercenary group's aim to do business online, it could never prey upon the weak. While a mercenary group could showcase its PvP prowess, it had to maintain a forthright and pristine image; only by doing that could they be well-received by the public and their business continue to grow.

Thousand Miles Drunk seemed to have expected this, so he was very bold at letting this bunch of unruly, low-level children act as bait.

”Please pass a message from me to him as well; tell him: 'I won't leave till you arrive',” Monologue under the Moon grimaced as he said that.

”Okay. Bye-bye!” Ah Fa waved Monologue under the Moon goodbye, and he along with the others mirthfully left. Their teacher was not with them now, so they no longer neatly lined themselves up and became a messy mob once more. Their orderly rows just then had unintentionally drawn the enemies toward them and had caused the opponents to view them as better players than what they really were. Everything was just a ploy.

Monologue under the Moon watched the kids go; his tightened grip on his magic staff almost stripped the lacquer off the wood. His companions could understand what he was feeling right now, and each of them came over to offer their support.

”Don't give up; it's not the end yet. The opponent has taken a detour, so perhaps he won't be able to enter the city so soon. We may still have time to block the city gates,” someone encouraged.

”Oh, you're right!” Monologue under the Moon reorganized the teams once more and informed the small guild of the current situation. He even specifically emphasized that the enemies had split into two teams, with one group of weak children heading back via the north gate and another group entering the city through another city gate.

Deep down, Monologue under the Moon was feeling bitter that he could not vent his anger on those kids for fear of sullying his mercenary group's good name, so he could only hope that the players of the small guild would take action and kill those kids upon receiving this information. This was why he had specifically informed them of the bunch of kids' heading direction.

Unfortunately for him, not all people in this world were as despicable as he was. The small guild's players did not show any intention to vent their frustration on the kids and merely expressed their remorse over the opposing guild managing to fool them, timidly adding, ”Can we do anything to help save this quest?”

F*ck*rs. A bunch of good-for-nothings! Monologue under the Moon ridiculed them inside as he replied genially on the surface, ”We'll try our best!”

The men with him were quickly deployed to all the city gates. He also called for the other members of The Black Hand mercenary group to give them a hand. Unfortunately, it was currently the peak hour of the night to play the game, so most of the members were busy with their respective quests. Those who were available to aid them were already with him, so he did not manage to round up more helpers this time around. Instead, the fact that they had not dealt with Thousand Miles Drunk yet caused quite the stir on the mercenary channel.

”What's the situation over by the south gate? Anything to report from the east gate? How about you guys at the west gate?” Monologue under the Moon asked each of them in one go.

”Nothing here”, ”Negative”, and ”No updates here” were the replies of the teams as they made their way over to those gates. The players with faster movement speed had already left for those directions. The low Agility Monologue under the Moon felt quite unsettled inside as he proceeded to one of those locations at a slower pace. Among his over twenty men, he had made sure to send the ones with faster movement speed over to those three routes. But while almost half of the twenty odd men had fast movement speed, no more than three or four players could be sent out to each gate, so Monologue under the Moon dared not conclude that the number was sufficient to fight against Thousand Miles Drunk.

”Everyone, be careful!” Monologue under the Moon warned.

”Relax! Taking him on should be easy with so many of us.”

Players who had not faced Gu Fei could not imagine just how formidable he was and were basing their judgment using their knowledge of MMO for the various job classes in Parallel World. In their minds, Thousand Miles Drunk might have high Spell Damage, but he was still just a Mage. Low mana and slow casting speed... Such characters required a proper team to protect them and were hardly a force to be reckoned with in solo fights!

”He's really amazing even when in melee, so everyone should be careful,” Monologue under the Moon said this with the slightest twinge of fear in his voice.

”Is that so? We really gotta see what's up, then!”

Everyone's nonchalant attitude made Monologue under the Moon even more anxious. Unfortunately, he had no way to properly describe just how skilled Gu Fei was at fighting. He had an ominous premonition of what was about to happen, but he could only give them a few more warnings of: ”Be careful.”

”Relax, man!” everyone felt slightly irked by Monologue under the Moon's constant reminder.

”East gate, we are in position! We don't see anyone.”

”West gate, we are in position! We don't see anyone.”

”South gate, we are in position! We don't see anyone.”

The south gate should be the furthest from Gu Fei, since he would have to go around the city to reach it. As for The Black Hand's men, they could go straight to the south gate from the north gate by weaving through the city.