Chapter 86: 084 Invisible Slaps are the Most Lethal [2 updates]
And within a mere three seconds, this new post quickly rose to the top and became pinned and highlighted in red.
Pinned at the top and highlighted in red.
Only the forum administrators could do that.
[Administrator 007]: The Gun God Ranking’s Number Seven has died, last located in Hua Country’s Shanghai City, cause unknown. Number Seven’s position will be filled by Number Eight, and the others will move up in sequence, hereby announced.
There was a ten-second silence on the entire forum before it exploded even more fiercely.
[Holy shit, he’s really dead, and we don’t even know who took him out, I’m freaking out here.]
[In Hua Country? Since when did we have such a ruthless person? Which boss is in Hua Country?]
[The bosses’ whereabouts are encrypted, we wouldn’t know.]
[No, are you guys not focusing on this new Administrator 007???]
[So what if we know, I’m just a nobody, I can’t even touch the management team, sigh, I wonder if I can ask an administrator for a privilege when I reach one million Growth Points?]
[Don’t dream, even one million Growth Points might not be enough, you should try taking out the number one on the Bounty List, maybe that would work.]
[Gotta skedaddle, even if I blew up the Earth, I wouldn’t dare face off with the number one on the Bounty List, do I have a death wish or what?]
[I just remembered, wasn’t Gun God Ranking’s Number Seven accepting the bounty to hunt down the Number Seven on the Bounty List? So, could it be that he was taken out by his bounty target in return?]
[Who knows, anyhow, being a hunter, you could lose your life any day on the job, it’s better to be one of us clerical workers.]
[Dream on, you think just because you’re a hacker, you won’t get hunted? Try hacking into Norton University and you’ll see. [Death Smile]]
Since even the administrators have come out to declare the death of the Gun God Ranking’s Number Seven, the users, even if they didn’t believe it, had to accept it.
It was also because of this change in the rankings that many hunters became more vigilant.
This night was destined to be unstable for those big shots who wandered internationally.
Ying Zijin carried her backpack back to her room, casually throwing it on top of the wardrobe.
She also washed her hands in the bathroom to remove the dust that had settled on them.
Wen Fengmian had gone to bed early and hadn’t seen her sneak out just ten minutes before.
Wen Tinglan did see her, but he thought that Ying Zijin was just taking the trash out.
He couldn’t possibly imagine that in such a short time, his sister not only took out a sharpshooter but also brought back a Desert Eagle and an AS50.
Ying Zijin made fruit juice from the freshly cut fruit, offering a glass to both Wen Tinglan and Elder Zhong, and then sat on the sofa to watch a TV series.
She looked very serious.
As if nothing had happened.
When Fu Yunshen came back, this was the scene he walked into.
He looked relaxed, his voice low: “Yaoyao.”
Ying Zijin didn’t turn around but instead held up a glass of juice for him.
Fu Yunshen took it and sat down beside her, “I’ve left a gift in your room, remember to unwrap it and see.”
Ying Zijin nodded, still seriously into the TV series.
“Hey, kiddo,” Fu Yunshen glanced at the drama playing on the TV and raised an eyebrow, “Is this TV show more interesting than me?”
“That’s right—,” Ying Zijin finally turned her head upon hearing this, hesitating a bit, “It is more interesting than you.”
The plot is twisted enough, dramatic enough; she liked it.
Fu Yunshen raised his hand and lightly flicked her forehead, “You little ingrate.”
Ying Zijin glanced at him and took the juice from his hand, “Then you don’t drink.”
He felt the ruthlessness of kids once more.
“Tomorrow at noon, your brother will treat you and your classmates to a meal.” Fu Yunshen touched her head with a smile, “A chef from O Continent, he cooks delicious food.”
“O Continent?” Ying Zijin looked up, “Which restaurant?”
Fu Yunshen leaned back on the sofa: “The Gordon Ramsay, a fairly famous Michelin Three-Star Restaurant, I’ve contacted their head chef team.”
Ying Zijin thought for a moment.
Oh, never heard of it.
The living room fell silent for about a dozen seconds—
Ying Zijin spoke unhurriedly: “You can come and ask yourself in the future.”
“Don’t be scared.” She yawned, “I won’t laugh at you.”
On the other side of the living room.
Elder Zhong was still engrossed in playing chess with the boy, completely unaware of how many games he had lost.
Wen Tinglan silently kept track, calculating how many big red envelopes he could get, and suddenly felt a sense of warmth towards Elder Zhong.
This grandfather seemed quite nice.
Meanwhile, in O Continent.
In Y Country, it was just past four in the afternoon, the sun was slanting westward, the sunlight dazzling.
Zhong Manhua arrived at The Gordon Ramsay restaurant.
You generally need to book a table at this Michelin Three-Star Restaurant two months in advance, so before coming to O Continent, she had made a reservation back in January.
The Gordon Ramsay, named after its founder, who is a world-class celebrity chef.
This founder is also known for his strong personality and fiery temper, earning the media nickname “Hell’s Chef.”
Zhong Manhua and Ying Zhenting both liked The Gordon Ramsay, and they had brought their children to dine here several times before.
This time, for Xiao Xuan’s birthday, they had also booked a table here.
Zhong Manhua approached the counter and took out her passport, “I’ve made a reservation, for a three-person seat tonight with the chef’s menu.”
Upon hearing this, the counter lady was a bit surprised and looked up with a polite and friendly smile, “Madam, don’t you know?”
Zhong Manhua frowned, “What’s the matter?”