<h4>Chapter 122: Brother Ling</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio
Business Building, Landing Terminal, Storm City.
When Feng Luo entered the lobby, he saw Sister Rui and Mu Zi, who were wearing the same SU seriesbat uniforms, unexpectedly walking in from the other exit.
“Brother Feng!”
Mu Zi’s sharp eyes spotted Feng Luo immediately.
“Hey, Mu Zi! Sister Rui! What a coincidence!”
Feng Luo was actually preparing to go directly to the gathering ce, but it was actually better that he had unexpectedly met the other two. His rtionships with Sister Rui and Mu Zi was much closer than those he had with his colleagues.
Mu Zi was pretty observant, so he noticed Feng Luo’s new tactical belt straight away. “Huh? Brother Feng, you leveled up so quickly? The tactical belt you’re wearing is Level 41. I was using it, too, previously.”
Tactical belts in War were, in fact, tactical vests. Butpared to the tactical vests used by armies or mercenaries on Earth, the suspension module was more centered around the waist, as itbined waist and thigh guards. Also, because yers usually liked to match it with Energy Maniptor and Warrior gear, it was known as a “belt” by the yers.
This tactical belt was Feng Luo’stest addition—a Level-41 Excellent-grade piece of equipment that could hold up to ten detachable modules for carrying ammo, small arms, and daggers.
Carrying ammo was the greatest function of the tactical belt. With this, time would not be wasted inbat to retrieve magazines from one’s backpack, and it would be easier to switch to small weapons like pistols or sabers.
As a Sniper, Feng Luo typically did not use this kind ofplex tactical belt because they could not be hidden like essories, and they would inhibit certain actions when worn on the body. But considering what might happen during this mission, he had secured a tactical belt from the Exchange.
“I’vepleted a few hunters’ wanted missions these past few days, so I leveled up by a level or so!” Feng Luo answered.
“Hunter missions?” Mu Zi said with a smile on his face and walked closer. “That’s no easy task, and it’s pretty risky. But with your peerless marksmanship, I’m sure it was just a piece of cake for you toplete the task.”
“You little kiss-ass!” Feng Luoughed.
“Let’s go together!” Sister Rui said and nodded to Feng Luo.
Together, they headed to the scheduled meeting ce, which was a teahouse on the 20th floor of this business building.
As they entered the door of the teahouse, a yer waitress in a blue and white cheongsam, bowing slightly to them.
“Wee,” she said. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes!” Sister Rui ced a terminal identification system above the scanner on the side.
“Oh, you’re Mr. Ling’s friends,” the yer waitress said with a smile. “Pleasee with my colleagues. They are waiting for you in the Xi Zhu Hall.”
Another female yer who was also wearing a blue and white cheongsam led them inside.
The two female yers were extremely good looking, and the cheongsams made them looked even more interesting. However, the cost of hiring NPCs in the game was usually only one-tenth the cost of hiring yers. The owner of this teahouse was clearly quite special if he used yers as servers.
The three of them followed the female yer, and Feng Luo noticed that Sister Rui kept looking at the blue and white cheongsam the waitress was wearing.
“This kind of dress is very popr among the richdies these days,” Sister Rui whispered to Feng Luo, the excitement in her eyes overflowing with her wish to try on the clothes. “I’m really curious which famous fashion designer the game hired. Surprisingly, there are a lot of beautiful clothes!”
Feng Luo smiled after listening to Sister Rui. Speaking of which, ever since War’s server opened, the culture of the Star Federation had been impacted by “Earth culture” every day, from thenguage to the food, from the clothing and apparel to the art.
Feng Luo felt this the most. Since War started half a year ago, he had begun to see more and more familiar things in real life, such as jeans, cheongsams, hamburgers... Many times, it made him feel like he was back on Earth. A game had unexpectedlybined two worlds together!
Mu Zi looked around and tutted. “Storm City has a poption of more than 50 million, and Landing Terminal 1 is thergest among them. To establish such arge teahouse here must have cost a lot of credit points!”
“At least 50 million credit points,” Feng Luo said, also looking around as he walked.
Theyout and adornment of this teahouse were quite ssical. Either the owner had really good taste, or it had been designed by some master designer NPC.
They followed the waiter all the way until they came to a door in the middle with several bamboo nts. As the door slowly opened and the three of them entered, the scene changed suddenly. The interior of the antique teahouse, located in a building dozens of meters tall, suddenly transformed into an outdoor bamboo forest with sunny skies.
The sea of bamboo was sorge that its ends could not be seen. The green leaves rustled in the breeze, and the bamboo forest had two connected wooden pavilions where eight or nine yers were already seated. And next to the pavilion flowed a crystal clear stream with fish swimming back and forth.
In this environment, the trio could even feel the humidity on their faces from the moisture and the breeze.
“An environment simtion system!” said Mu Zi. “A set costs at least two million credit points in the game!”
He knew a lot about the luxuries in this game. His eyes glowed with excitement as he looked around. But the trio was not too surprised, as it was well known that the Star Federation had a sophisticated and widely used environmental simtion technology.
“The basic infrastructure costs 2.5 million credit points and would cost more depending on the area,” said the waitress. “Hence, the cost is much higher than in real life. If you’re interested, our boss can help you to get a contact.”
She smiled and bowed before leaving.
At this time, a rather deep and steady voice rang out.
“Brother Feng, you arete. As punishment, you have to drink three cups of tea!”
A young Light Armor Warrior stood up from the pavilion in the bamboo forest and walked toward Feng Luo and the gang,ughing at Feng Luo down the road as he spoke.
“Brother Ling?” Feng Luo said.
He was surprised to see this middle-aged male yer with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although he was not tall, he seemed to be very stocky and powerful.
Feng Luo realized there had been a mistake in the information provided by Mu Wu. Actually, there was another “acquaintance” involved in this mission—this over-40-year-old middle-aged yer in front of him.
Brother Ling was the bodyguard of the Lu Conglomerate’s big boss and had followed him for more than 20 years ever since the big boss first made his fortune. However, he was no longer in his position as a bodyguard. Over the past year, it had been arranged by the boss for him to take office into the Lu Conglomerate, and he was currently a member of the top management in the headquarters. Feng Luo had a good rtionship with him. They weren’t close, but they knew each other well.
The middle-aged man suddenly got up and left. The remaining yers in the pavilion looked at each other in astonishment. For as long as they had known him, they had rarely seen Vice Manager Ling take the initiative to greet a yer. It seemed that the rtionship between Ling and these neers were not bad. Or maybe they were special. But there were exceptions.
A Sniper yer in abat uniform sat alone in another pavilion. He was disassembling and working on a conspicuous gray and ck sniper rifle that was more than 1.5 meters long on a table in the middle of the pavilion.
He was not surprised when he saw the situation, but he was interested in the trio.
To be more urate, he was only interested in Feng Luo. His sights fell on Feng Luo with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.
With a click, he assembled the Rare-grade Level-45 sniper rifle in his hands—the “Python of Death”—while exuding an unmistakable killing intent.