Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 456 - 327: Kill, Division of Labor and Cooperation
The two players spoke with the owner of the Wild Bee Tavern for a while, and when they realized he couldn’t provide any useful information, they left a bit disappointed.
Wang Zhifan immediately stepped forward to sell equipment for money, but to his surprise, the tavern owner didn’t accept equipment and suggested he deal with his spoils elsewhere.
"Young man, I’m quite old now and don’t want to get involved in the fighting and killing outside anymore. You better ask at the weapon shop... Over the years, there have been more and more adventurers, and their business has grown bigger, including recycling quality second-hand equipment."
The blond old man advised Wang Zhifan like this.
"Thank you, I’ll take a look."
Wang Zhifan nodded and returned to the table he was at earlier. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
He pondered whether to deal with some unwanted equipment outside now, but ultimately decided to wait for his mercenary partner Jack to wake up, because Jack was a local and would know better than he did, significantly reducing his chances of being scammed by NPCs.
While Jack was still asleep, he carefully searched his personal space to find out which equipment could be prioritized for sale, as his equipment inventory was richer than most players, both in quantity and quality, which was terrifyingly high.
"I can sell all the Fine Layer equipment in my personal space, as I certainly won’t be using them now... I can sell most of the rare levels too... I estimate such a lot of belongings could fetch quite a price..."
He hadn’t finished contemplating this when two men with hostile expressions suddenly approached his table, one was the mountaineer who had previously invited him to cooperate, and the other was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face. The middle-aged man was continuously spinning a revolver with a red handle on his finger, looking like he might reward someone he disliked with a bullet at any moment.
"Kid, what’s your profession? Why don’t you join us? Do you look down on us?"
The middle-aged player glared disdainfully at the seated Wang Zhifan as soon as he walked up, while the mountaineer quietly moved to the other side, forming an encirclement around Wang Zhifan.
But Wang Zhifan seemed completely unconcerned about this precarious situation. He continued to sit on the chair, looking up at the visitors with a calm expression, and replied in a somewhat cold tone:
"I simply don’t want to join... If you don’t want to die, leave now."
His voice wasn’t loud but the implication of not caring about the two surrounding him was very evident. His words had barely fallen when the two players who came looking for trouble became furious.
"You’re arrogant, kid! Say another arrogant word and I’ll..."
The middle-aged player spinning the revolver was just about to aim the gun at Wang Zhifan when he suddenly collapsed to the ground without any warning, making a heavy sound.
The same happened to the mountaineer trying to block Wang Zhifan’s escape route, who also fell heavily to the ground at the same time, his back of the head meeting the tavern’s stone floor as if he had suddenly died of a severe heart attack.
"What’s going on?"
The mercenary Jack, sleeping face down on the table across from Wang Zhifan, was startled awake by the commotion, jumping to his feet, possibly having been partially awake when the visitors were threatening, but the unexpected situation sobered him completely.
"I’m not entirely sure. I just said a couple of words to them and they fell over."
Wang Zhifan shrugged in response, as if the sudden deaths of the two players beside him had nothing to do with him.
However, this commotion wasn’t likely to end just like that; almost simultaneously with the two falling, multiple people also fell at a table in the corner of the tavern.
These fallen people seemed to be trying to draw weapons to launch a ranged attack on Wang Zhifan or rush towards him, but only a handful of players seemed clueless, watching the bizarre situation with astonished expressions before quickly getting up and fleeing the tavern.
The tavern owner was also somewhat at a loss, dashing out from behind the counter to check the fallen patrons, discovering that all had turned into cold, stiff corpses in such a short time, a phenomenon hard to rationally explain.
The surrounding NPC drinkers couldn’t understand this bizarre event, with some gathering to discuss it noisily while others, feeling the tavern was no longer safe, ran off immediately.
"Young man, did you do this?"
Instinctively sensing Wang Zhifan was behind it, since the sudden event occurred after the two deceased had a verbal conflict with him, the tavern owner inquired with a perplexed look at Wang Zhifan, hoping to glean some insight from him.
Wang Zhifan naturally wouldn’t admit it. He straightforwardly replied:
"I only said a few words to them, why doubt me? Maybe they were under some curse."
"But you don’t seem surprised at all."
The tavern owner immediately pointed out Wang Zhifan’s flaw because if it truly wasn’t related to him, he should have shown some signs of astonishment, given the suddenness of the event.
In response, Wang Zhifan remained candid, nonchalantly saying:
