Fatal Shot

Chapter 192: Hidden Profession!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“So, Sister Rui, I’ll hand the Enhancement Potion matter over to you!” Feng Luo said. “It’s finally off my mind! I actually get very stressed out handling management matters, not suited for all this.”

On the middle floor of the Hurricane Building, through the entrance of a mobile levitating lounge platform suspended at a 100-meter height, a smiling Feng Luo and Sister Rui entered side by side.

“Little Feng, you’d better not say the word ‘thanks,’” Sister Rui said with a smile. “The Enhancement Potion and the Eye of the Thunder are both blessings to me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known how to get out of this Storm City situation, so I ought to be the one saying thanks.”

She opened the terminal and scanned a piece of a virtual chip with a “VIP” symbol at the control panel. action

The two had just settled the sales plan of the Enhancement Potion and the Eye of the Thunder, and Sister Rui had readily agreed with Feng Luo that she would handle the more trivial matters such as the material, products, handover, and other issues. With this plan, other than some important matters that Feng Luo had to complete himself, he did not have to worry about most of the other matters.

This allowed him to heave a sigh of relief, especially since he immediately had one more extremely important task to do.

“Eh, ninth brother. Look, isn’t that Miss Rui!”

The two walked into the lounge platform suspended above Storm City, which started to shift slowly, taking off into the air. They found an automatic floating seat for two and sat down. At that moment, from inside the levitating lounge platform, a Light Armor Warrior player suddenly pointed at the two of them and spoke to the male Water Manipulator player beside him.

This male player was dressed glamorously in a white western suit handmade by a Master Stylist in the game and with special attributes added. He was well-built, tall, and slender, with a handsome-looking face and a pair of narrow eyes, and he was constantly smiling as he nodded his head at the many surrounding people who were greeting him.

“Mm! It’s indeed her.”

Seeing Sister Rui, who had just walked in, the male player’s eyes—which looked as if they held many secrets—lit up.

But upon seeing Feng Luo, dressed in normal, black, casual attire, smiling and talking to Sister Rui, his eyebrows frowned. Nevertheless, he immediately resumed smiling because a few young female players were screaming and excitedly running toward him, opening their terminals to the camera function to attempt to take photos with him. There was even one young girl who attempted to give him a kiss.

“F*ck. Old Liu. Who’s this fellow looking so smug?” At the other end of the lounge platform, a slightly aged Light Armor Warrior player clad in newbie attire pouted as he spoke to his partner beside him.

“You don’t even know him?” The player beside him was a middle-aged Merchant player only at Level 30. Only after asking the question did he say, “Oh, right. I forgot that you’ve only just joined the game. Have you heard of Storm City’s Top 10 Masters? This person is September Night Rain, ranked fourth. A Level-50 Water Manipulator. Very popular among the ladies.”

“Woah, it’s the one you spoke about. That star player or something. No wonder...” The middle-aged Light Armor Warrior had a tinge of astonishment on his face, then spoke with a tone of jealousy once more. “F*ck. A game player who is so appreciated he has fangirls coming up with kisses. Tsk, tsk. It really is a different era. Are the players now really so ridiculous...?”

“The top players of this version of the game having fans is not strange at all, is it?” the other player said with nostalgia in his eyes and tone. “Old Niu, when we were playing this game back then, those godly players all had fans too, didn’t they? It was only because there were too many games at that time. No one game could develop truly comparable and realistic top star players!”

“But it’s different in War. Everyone in the whole federation has a game account. Even though not everyone comes in to play, a definite number of players still stands.”

“How much of a business opportunity is there in a national game like this? How great is the chance of meeting? How great is the potential?”

“I tell you, the popularity of the true top star players of this game is no longer inferior to stars in real life!”

“In this period of time, I was considering finding a star player in this game to do ambassadorship, or, rather, create a star player myself. That way, my company might be able to step up!”

Intelligence gleamed in the Level-40-plus middle-aged Merchant player’s eyes.

“You want to sign this whatever-September guy?” the Light Armor Warrior player said with a grin, looking at September Night Rain.

“No, not this September Night Rain. His popularity is not bad, but I’ve heard that this person is full of pride. He’s not good to approach... It’d be better to find a more down-to-earth person for such a thing as cooperation.”

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“Miss Rui, how coincidental to meet you here!”

At that moment, after quickly dismissing the few lovey-dovey fangirls, September Night Rain, who had been evaluated as the prideful number one on Storm City’s “Top 10 Masters” list, walked straight to where Feng Luo and Sister Rui were sitting, accompanied by a few of his “escorts.”

With a “warm” smile and one side of his mouth crooked, he greeted Sister Rui.

“Mister September! Is anything the matter?” Sister Rui looked up, but her answer was neither warm nor cold.

September Night Rain’s face maintained its smile as if he’d been expecting Sister Rui’s chilly vibe. “How unexpected it is that it was only yesterday that everyone was split to their different missions, and how coincidental it is that we meet again today! It seems like destiny. Oh, right. I guess this is Miss Rui’s friend. Hi, my friend. I’m September Night Rain!”

While speaking, September Night Rain stepped up beside Feng Luo. He had his hand—clothed in specially handmade casual wear worth an entire 20,000 credits in the game—outstretched toward Feng Luo.

“Hi!” Feng Luo’s face was uninterested as he lifted his hand—clad in casual wear worth less than a few thousand credits—and shook his hand without standing up whatsoever.

“Hmm...”

Displeasure flashed in September Night Rain’s narrow eyes, especially at Feng Luo’s facial expression. He was looking as if he had never heard his name before. Still, he recovered his “warm” smile as he turned to speak to Sister Rui.

“Oh, yes! Miss Rui, I came over to thank you for your help in yesterday’s mission. If not for that, I wouldn’t have gotten the Hidden Profession Mission opportunity.” As he spoke, he maintained his smile but intentionally darted his eyes in Feng Luo’s direction.

Hidden Profession Mission!

Hearing the words, the calm expression on Feng Luo’s face changed subtly but noticeably.

At Feng Luo’s change in expression, September Night Rain’s crooked mouth crept into a smirk.