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Although he wasn’t thrilled about it, it seemed Little Fatty had already decided to stick with Cuihua.

Duan Fei walked out reluctantly. Just as he was about to speak, Little Fatty ran over excitedly, grabbed Duan Fei’s hand, and said, "Duan Someone, long time no see!"

"We just played a scenario yesterday."

"It’s been a full twenty-four hours! How is that not a long time? So this is Love City! I heard it’s full of pretty girls, but the Icefield Walkers have always controlled it, making it hard to get in. Where have all the girls gone, though?"

The Lone Ranger, growing more annoyed with Little Fatty, said coldly, "An ugly man showed up, so of course they all ran away."

"Yo, if it isn’t the Lone Ranger. Haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’ve gotten this pathetic. Aren’t you a star player? Why didn’t you just handle everything by yourself? Why did you need us to come?"

"I’ll kill you."

"What are you barking about?"

Cuihua wanted to mediate, but with zero experience in such matters, he could only stare at them with a grim face, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Duan Fei had to pat the Lone Ranger on the shoulder and whisper, "Don’t be seen."

Only then did the Lone Ranger shoot Little Fatty a cold glance before his entire body melted into the shadows and vanished.

The three of them squatted by a flowerbed. Little Fatty, humming a tune, took out his phone and began hacking the surrounding systems.

A few minutes later, he put his phone away and said with a smile, "Done. The surveillance cameras here are blocked. It’s still a bit difficult to counter-hack them, though. I’ll plant a trojan for now and see if we get any results later."

"That fast?" Duan Fei asked in surprise.

"It’s a new product from the Rongge Company. Yes, the same Rongge Company from that instance we went through together. Their tech is incredible. Don’t be fooled because it’s just a phone; its performance is on par with a supercomputer."

The phone Little Fatty showed them was no bigger than his palm, but it could project a holographic keyboard and display for easy operation.

Its built-in CPU was incredibly powerful. It also had some black magic tech that could directly borrow local Wi-Fi, making it convenient for Little Fatty to hack anytime, anywhere.

Duan Fei took it, looked it over, sighed in admiration, and then handed it back to Little Fatty.

"Where’d you get this thing?" Duan Fei asked.

"Bought it in the city. This little thing cost me everything I had, but after using it, I can only say it was worth every penny."

Duan Fei glanced at it again with envy. He felt an even stronger desire to go to the city and see the sights for himself.

Sitting down on the ground, Duan Fei asked, "You guys found out about my conflict with the Icefield Walkers through the forums, right? What’s the situation on the forums now?"

Cuihua was visibly more relaxed around familiar faces, but he still stammered, "Not... not good. Someone... is smearing you."

Little Fatty chimed in, "The Icefield Walkers are slandering you on the forums. They’re saying you’re treacherous, that you took their money and then ambushed their vice-president, Nemo. Then you supposedly killed several more Icefield Walker members. They’ve deployed their Navy, and it’s gaining a bit of traction. The clueless onlookers are starting to condemn you."

"The villain plays the victim."

"That’s what I figured. So, what’s the plan?"

Taking down a guild isn’t that simple.

Although the Icefield Walker guild was only mid-sized, they could still rally over a hundred players with a Profession to search for Duan Fei and his group within Love City.

Even if they killed some of them, their opponents could return in an hour and resume the search.

Forcing them to drop Equipment wouldn’t be very useful either. After all, he only had half a piece of "Evil’s Chalk" left, and Duan Fei was planning to use that half on Nemo, the Icefield Walkers’ president, to see what kind of good stuff he could get.

Judging by the current situation, running away was the best option.

If they wanted to escape, they would just need to find a safe place, wait for the hostility to fade, and then log off.

But Duan Fei didn’t want to do that.

Vengeance was one of his core principles.

The situation seemed troublesome now, but in reality, the Icefield Walkers were the weaker party. As long as he waited until night for his female friend to come out, the Icefield Walkers were in for a world of hurt.

After a moment of thought, Duan Fei stroked his chin and said to Little Fatty, "Do you know what the cruelest punishment is?"

"Making them wear dresses?" Little Fatty said with wide-eyed innocence.

Duan Fei sucked in a cold breath. ’This Little Fatty guy really is a scoundrel.’

’But I love it!’

Clapping his hands, Duan Fei said, "For gamers, the cruelest punishment is to be turned into a joke. Little Fatty, do you have a livestreaming account?"

"Yeah, but I don’t use it much."

"Having one is all that matters. You be the cameraman. We’re going to put on a show for everyone."

Although he didn’t use his video account often, Little Fatty’s computer skills were no joke. In just a few minutes, he had the environment set up, linking his in-game vision to his video account.

After getting everyone’s opinion, he came up with a name for his stream: "On the 100 Ways to Cook an Icefield Walker."

He used keywords like "Abyss" and "Icefield Walker" to ride the hype train.

While Little Fatty was setting up the livestream, Jinghong arrived.

Noticing she wasn’t the first to arrive, she tutted in annoyance and said to Duan Fei, "Just to be clear, I have to go inside the tower once every twenty minutes."

"Are you under some kind of special Curse?"

"You could say that."

Jinghong nodded. ’A Curse called love.’

"No problem, that’s fine."

At that moment, Little Fatty had finished the setup. He immediately adopted a cheerful, almost uncomfortably upbeat voice completely different from his usual tone. "Hello everyone, it’s your average Joe, Little Fatty! You’ve probably all heard about the Icefield Walker incident on the forums. I just wanna say, those who know, know. And if you don’t, don’t ask. The water’s too deep; you can’t handle it."

"But I’m sure there’s someone who *can* handle it! Let’s welcome the man himself, Duan Someone!"

Duan Fei looked at Little Fatty. ’He’s a natural-born host. He’s really good at creating a spectacle.’

Little Fatty was now the camera, so Duan Fei waved at him and said, "Hello everyone. I’m the person involved, Duan Someone."

It was unclear if a keyword had been triggered, but in an instant, a massive wave of the Navy flooded in. They began to viciously slander Duan Fei, which in turn caused Little Fatty’s stream to slowly climb the rankings.

Many other people also noticed and began to pour in, wanting to see what Duan Fei was going to say.

Normally, in this situation, Duan Fei should present evidence, clarify the cause and effect, and let the public understand the truth. That would be the proper way.

But Duan Fei wasn’t going to do that.

The public’s memory is short. Even if they understood the truth, so what? In the end, they would just forget the whole thing, and the Icefield Walkers would face no consequences.

’If I’m going to do this, I’m going to go big!’

’Big enough to drag the Icefield Walkers’ reputation through the mud and turn them into a complete joke.’

Ignoring the curses from the Navy, Duan Fei pointed into the distance and said, "Look, there are three Icefield Walkers over there. They don’t have a scrap of good gear on them, but that won’t stop us from slaughtering them."

"And now it’s time for a prize-free quiz! How will these three Icefield Walkers die? One: by bullet. Two: by fishing line. Three: noodles."

The first two options were relatively normal, but the third one left everyone baffled.

Noodles? What the hell?

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