Chapter 575
Across the mercenary channel of Young Master's Elite, Young Master Han was collating the information from the other three members .
"I had visual on Southern Lone Blade, but I lost him soon after . The man is cautious – very professional…" Royal God Call said .
"I understand," Young Master Han said in response .
"What are you trying to say, huh!" Royal God Call was miffed . "I really lost sight of him after he rounded a corner in the street . "
"Have you identified which street it is that you lost him?" Young Master Han asked .
In the end, it was Sword Demon who answered . "Royal's poor sense of direction isn't to blame . Southern Lone Blade is indeed hard to keep track of . Even I came across him, but I lost him soon after as well . The man is very careful . He often takes the winding roads and has plenty of gear ready to change in and out of . "
This was the difference between Parallel World and real life . How many people would notice once someone changed their outfit in the middle of the street? It was common in games for this to happen, and quite a number of players would have two or three sets of clothes in their possession . Not everyone owned top-grade equipment that was exquisite looking, and while most players hardly cared for their appearance when engaging in PvP, they would put effort into looking aesthetically pleasing when going from place to place in major hubs to run errands, quests, or lounge in taverns . This was especially true for flirts like War Without Wounds and Royal God Call . Once, Royal God Call had gotten himself a piece of clothing with good stats and traits, but because of how terrible he looked wearing it, making him appear to be like an onion when wearing it, the boy had to fight back his tears as he sold it off .
If that was how the male players acted with clothes, not much was needed to be mentioned about the female players out there . The Warehouse essentially worked like a wardrobe for them; ignoring whether a piece of equipment was useful or not, they would just store anything that looked good . In such a VR setting, wearing the same outfit for two weeks while walking about on the streets was already too much of an embarrassment for the ladies .
Southern Lone Blade was pretty much acting like a vain lady, but it was not because he treated his Warehouse like a wardrobe . He always carried a variety of equipment and outfits on his person that was enough to give him a full makeover any time . This was a habit he had adopted due to the risky profession he had . Their team of seven had split up to do their tasks respectively, and Southern Lone Blade's role this time was to take note of the movement around the Auction House's vicinity . There was no doubt that this was the most dangerous place to be, so Southern Lone Blade prepared up to seven sets of equipment to change into whenever he needed, encapsulating the seven job classes available in the game . Even though he was unable to confirm if he was truly being followed, he would still change gear when he walked from place to place . Southern Lone Blade had already internalized the saying 'A careful boatman can steer a boat for a millennium' to the extreme level .
Furthermore, Royal God Call's conclusion was true . Southern Lone Blade had indeed been cautious and professional enough . The difference between amateur stalkers like Sword Demon and Royal God Call and professional larcenists were made all the more obvious once Southern Lone Blade began to implement countermeasures against being followed .
"How are things on your end, Wounds?" Young Master Han asked .
"Those two m*th*rf*ck*rs are still here . " War Without Wounds, who had been spending quite some time in the company of Blue Ease's men, became quite taken with their colorful language .
"How did they react to you?" Young Master Han asked .
"The son of a b*tch spat at me . If they have the balls to walk out that door, I'm gonna make sure I kill them both with my bare hands . " War Without Wounds acted superior .
"Have you confirmed that there's no one else from their gang outside?" Young Master Han asked again .
"Yep . I don't see anyone else," Sword Demon responded .
"Southern Lone Blade is still skulking about in its vicinity," Royal God Call added .
"I've spotted him, too," said Sword Demon . They were still experts in their own rights, so they needed not sneak around like Southern Lone Blade's gang . Checking out the situation openly if the need arose was easy for them .
"Hmmm…"
Young Master Han grew pensive; Brother Assist would naturally not let this slip past him and asked right away, "What's the matter?"
"Those guys are truly a tier above the rest when it comes to stalking and evading . If I'm not mistaken, someone is already spying on us right now," Young Master Han replied .
Brother Assist immediately looked over his shoulder . Gu Fei and Eternal Dominion were discussing about kung fu with a one-track mind, not even caring about the situation at hand . The moment Young Master Han said that someone was possibly spying on them, the two swept behind them with their eyes .
"Even if someone's snooping on us, that person won't be too near, so there's no way for them to hear what we are discussing," Gu Fei stated .
"What's the range you can sense people?" Eternal Dominion asked .
"About ten meters!"
"That's really powerful . I can only sense about five to seven meters away," Eternal Dominion remarked enviously .
"That's just the variation between individuals . Look…"
The two began anew their kung fu discussion, leaving Young Master Han and Brother Assist helpless, unable to make sense of a single thing exchanged .
Both teams dealt with their matters . The only safe zone the Auction House provided acted as a point of intersection for them . War Without Wounds no longer walked around aimlessly and just hung by the entrance with his claymore on his shoulder; half of his figure was outside the doorway while another half was inside it . His face had the smuggest look as he stared Southern Lone Blade's two comrades down – his intention to intimidate them blatant .
Alas, the two men merely glanced at him from time to time, and most of their attention was centered on the players approaching the distribution NPC . War Without Wounds was a little peeved by this . Compared to how he had managed to ruffle the two earlier, Flame Singed Clothes and Glue were far more composed now . Their eyes even showed the slightest look of provocation whenever they strayed on to War Without Wounds .
"How much longer must I stay here? What's the point of me doing this, anyway?" War Without Wounds was getting impatient . Young Master Han had instructed him to head over to the Auction House, but when he asked what he would be doing here, the latter merely told him that it was all up to him . This was why he had openly expressed his shamelessness . He had his fun at the start, but the novelty of it soon wore off, and now he was left feeling bored . Unable to do anything but merely stand there despite being despised, War Without Wounds was no longer willing to continue with this task since he knew that verbally sparring with the two would just leave a bad aftertaste in his mouth for its lack of technical substance! Thus, he voiced out his dissent to Young Master Han .
"Can't you be a little more patient? Just look at how professional our opponents are!" Young Master Han said .
"They've got two stationed here! Send a babe to accompany me, and I'll show you what's professional," War Without Wounds replied .
"Aren't there ladies walking around the Auction House or something? Just randomly get one for yourself!" Young Master Han suggested .
"Ohhh…" This one line reminded him that his gaze had been fixed on the two men ever since his arrival here . Changing out to his better-looking armor, War Without Wounds began to scan the crowd present in the Auction House, hitting on any potential prey that caught his eye no matter what the circumstance was . He soon racked up three separate instances of eye-rolls under his belt, but he was enjoying himself thoroughly, as if he had suddenly found his life purpose .
Flame Singed Clothes and Glue might seem unconcerned with War Without Wounds' presence on the surface, but they were actually paying very close attention to him . The moment they saw the man, who was originally idling at the door, suddenly transform into a pollinating bee and appear not to care about them anymore, both men perceived this as a very serious situation, so they hurriedly reported it to Southern Lone Blade .
"Hmph . Maintain your composure," Southern Lone Blade said . "He's intentionally acting at ease, so that we won't get an idea on what cards he's holding . Relax, you two . I already have a good grasp of how they think . This was originally a ploy to make us reveal ourselves by auctioning the item we are targeting, but in that final round of bidding for the Utopian Magic Staff, everything got ruined because they neglected to consider the resulting crowd that would gather . Even though Thousand Miles Drunk deliberately pulled that stunt to create chaos, they still failed to win back the item at the final moment . Therefore, they ended up quarrelling, perhaps because the idea was from Thousand Miles Drunk's bunch . They may be looking for penitence or something, and that's why they plan to snatch the staff back . Still, they don't want to let us off easy and want to turn this mistake of theirs into another trick – it's a trap within a trap . That War Without Wounds is clearly there to see who ends up gaining ownership of the magic staff, and he purposely said all that nonsense to throw us off . Honestly, there's absolutely no need to be overly concerned with that man . As long as he is still in the Auction House, my assessment will be correct . If that's not the case, what other reasons could there be to explain his presence here at this time?"
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