554 Chapter 554 - Countering the Sneak Attack (2/2)

Brother Assist turned his head away, pretending to miss what he had said.

”Let's go!” Young Master Han stood up and waved his hand.

”Why don't we wait till Miles get online later tonight?” War Without Wounds anxiously proposed. Gu Fei would naturally be a powerful confidence booster here.

”Dragging things out till then might only cause the other party to lose their patience, or perhaps there's a limit to how long this skill of his lasts,” Young Master Han rejected.

”Isn't that a good thing?” War Without Wounds countered.

”You gotta get this to your head; he's no longer the one in the driver's seat with the plan here. We're the ones that have set up a trap, waiting for them to fall for it, hook, line and sinker. Be a little more excited and energetic, and stop looking like you're half-dead!” Young Master Han said.

”Of course, you're all energetic…” War Without Wounds continued to bemoan his fate.

”Relax. We'll be nearby. You won't die there,” Sword Demon assured.

”Don't be too far from me!”

War Without Wounds repeated that very line a total of 54 times in the time they made their way into the jungle and began choosing their positions. Young Master Han waited until everyone was in position. The message 'Don't be too far away!' appeared over the mercenary channel, making it the 55th time…

”Everyone found a spot?” Young Master Han asked.

”Ready!” everyone replied.

”Good. Comrade Wounds, I'm telling you right now; to prevent the enemy from noticing our presence, we're quite a distance away from you. Thus, you must be on your guard. Fire off a message the moment you get ambushed. We'll hurry along as fast as we can, so try and stall them as much as you can,” Young Master Han instructed.

”F*ck. What if I can't do that?” War Without Wounds asked.

”Then, you shall be the winner of the huge double-point prize in our mercenary group – the first ever recipient since our group's conception,” Young Master Han replied.

”...”

”Randomly find some monsters to fight. Make it look like you're grinding like you would usually do any other day,” Young Master Han said.

”Mhm…” Now that the situation had gotten to this stage, War Without Wounds helplessly hummed his answer and then pulled out his sword to begin fighting monsters.

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Time passed. The four men that had set themselves around War Without Wounds some distance away continued to keep their eyes out for any movement in their surroundings even as they chatted away to pass the time.

”Can you guys be quiet?!” War Without Wounds cried out in dissatisfaction when he saw the others very irresponsibly conversing on the channel without a regard for his circumstance. He was very afraid that his cry for help over the mercenary would be swept away by the tide of messages when he was attacked; such a death would truly be such an injustice!

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, a full hour, two hours... the end of daytime in-game, nighttime, and finally daytime again...

No one was using the channel to chat at this point, and there was no sound around besides War Without Wounds killing monsters. Finally, the one to interrupt this silence was Gu Fei's message breaking through the mercenary channel. ”I'm here! Anything happened today?”

”F*ck! Even Miles got online!” Royal God Call finally could not stand it anymore, as this meant that they had waited for a whole afternoon, and not once did they catch a trace of the enemies. To prevent themselves from being looked down on, no one questioned Young Master Han's deduction, but looking at the time, none of them could really tolerate it any longer.

”Just what exactly are they planning? Why aren't they attacking yet?” Brother Assist asked.

”Did Young Master come to the wrong conclusion? Royal God Call spoke boldly. He was a youngster that was like a newborn calf, unafraid of the tiger.

However, Young Master Han did not say a word in response over the mercenary channel.

”Sword Demon, Young Master?” Brother Assist called out.

”Here!” Sword Demon quickly replied, but Young Master remained quiet.

”What's going on?” Everyone was tense.

”Young Master?” Brother Assist shouted across the channel and sent a private message at the same time, yet he still got no reply.

”Where's the guy?” Everyone wondered.

”Did something happen?” Gu Fei had no clue what was happening since he just logged on, but he could see that everyone was searching for Young Master Han from the looks of the chat log.

”What the hell!” Their messages continued to pour through even as they ran toward Young Master Han's position.

In the end, they found Young Master Han with his head resting against a tree, a straw mat covering his body. He was hugging a bottle of beer, reeking of alcohol, as he slept soundly.

”F*CK!” Royal God Call lifted his leg, looking to stomp on the Priest's head. No one went to stop him. Everyone was happily hoping that Royal God Call's leg would connect, but the youth regained his sensibility at the last minute. Retracting his foot, he lightly kicked Young Master Han awake, instead.

”Hmm. You're all here!” Young Master Han said as he opened his eyes.

Nobody momentarily knew what to say in this gloomy atmosphere.

”Did they not appear?” Young Master Han asked.

Their faces were still black with anger.

”This means that their judgement isn't as good as I thought. I overestimated them. Given my superb intellect that transcends mortals, it's truly difficult for me to put myself in their frame of minds. It's better if you mortals do this sort of deductions next time!” Young Master Han said.

”It's probably because our enemy Priest didn't actually mark any of us at all, right?” Royal God Call asked.

”Nope. The mark wasn't put on Wounds unlike what I've previously thought. Instead, when they made their way over, saw the one with the actual mark in position, and deduced that we've prepared an ambush for them, so they quietly retreated. I came to the wrong conclusion because I was far too smart. What a tragedy!” Young Master Han explained the situation as such, but the expression on his face was that of intoxication, with not even the slightest bit of sorrow.