Chapter 1293 (1/2)

Chapter 1293: 418. Break a wrist_3

A few players came to report to Golden Dragon in the Sky.

Everyone was somewhat puzzled in their hearts.

Who was so bored as to break the arm of a loose player?

Could it be that in this tiny black room where players are held, there was such a torturous plot?

Hiss… truly terrifying.

The players shivered.

Golden Dragon in the Sky relayed the situation here to Cucumber Slice, who was in the Academy helping him complete a hidden task.

A while later, a message from Cucumber Slice arrived.

It had to be said that thorough researchers were extraordinary; Cucumber Slice instantly recognized that this could be related to a hidden task involving leaving the little black room early.

The majority of games with a prison cell setting have this sort of mechanism.

Some involve gambling to leave the little black room early, others involve bribing the head of the prison.

Golden Dragon in the Sky believed Cucumber Slice’s explanation to some extent.

An idea formed in his mind.

After randomly picking a player, Golden Dragon in the Sky, with his followers, approached the chosen player’s prison cell and said viciously through the door:

“Don’t think we don’t know how your arm got broken. I advise you to tell me now who directed you to smear my guild, or I’ll go find an NPC to ruin your left arm right away!”

Sitting on the ground with his head twisted to the right, enduring the severe pain in his left arm, he looked at the door with a mocking gaze:

“Idiot, do you think NPCs will listen to you?”

Golden Dragon in the Sky shook his white battle robe:

“See this? I’m now a prison guard. Guess what, if I tell the NPC that you want to bribe me to break out of jail, what do you think he would do?”

With his neck twisted to the right, his face flushed red:

“You motherfu…”

Golden Dragon in the Sky knocked on the door, interrupting the other’s rude words:

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.

“You tell me the answer now, I can transfer some Credit Points to you, and you won’t lose anything. But if you wait until the NPC comes and then want to tell me, I won’t give you a single Credit Point.”

With his neck twisted to the right, he lowered his head, pondered for two seconds, then raised his head, his eyes wide, and responded defiantly: