CHAPTER 1849: CHAPTER 816: BELIEVE IN BROTHER LIN, ATTAIN ETERNAL LIFE! (PART 2)

"Yes!"

"Why?"

Zhong Shuman couldn’t understand, Lin Baici didn’t seem like someone who would be afraid.

"Sixth sense!"

Lin Baici spread his hands, still the same answer, believe it or not.

"Oh, why ask so much, just trust Brother Lin!"

Li Yintong looked like a super fan girl.

Yue Yu gritted his teeth, scratched his head, he wasn’t cowardly, he was originally going, but now Lin Baici’s antics made him hesitant.

"Let’s go!"

Takeuchi Kurano knew he had no rapport with Lin Baici, couldn’t extract valuable information, so he stuck to the original plan.

Moreover, with so many ’cannon fodder’, he wasn’t worried.

The confidence and courage of a Dragon Level, he still had it.

"Humph, coward!"

"Trash!"

"Blech!"

A bunch of Dongying people, full of disdain.

"Looking for a beating?"

Xia Hongyao rolled up her sleeves, ready for a fight.

"Lady Yuki!"

Kamita Daichi looked at San Miyairi expectantly, inviting her to take action.

"I’m not going!"

San Miyairi felt following Lin Baici was more promising.

"Why?"

Kamita Daichi was dumbfounded.

"Are you annoying? Do I have to tell you what I’m doing?"

San Miyairi’s small face was full of contempt: "Scram!"

"God Lin, see you later!"

Yue Yu clasped his fists, then left.

"Hey? Yue Yu, don’t go, listen to Brother Lin!"

Li Yintong stopped him: "Sister Man, persuade Yue Yu!"

"Little Tong, stay safe!"

Zhong Shuman hugged Tai Mei and then smiled at Lin Baici: "Hope we see sunny skies and go our separate ways safely!"

After saying this, the rich lady left.

Lin Baici wouldn’t help her, but Yue Yu would, so Zhong Shuman certainly wouldn’t stay.

"Sister Man!"

Li Yintong got anxious: "Believe Brother Lin, you won’t be wrong!"

In the blink of an eye, quite a few people had left the café, leaving only those originally with Lin Baici like Pan Junjie.

"God Lin, are you really not going to the stand-up show?"

"No!"

Listening to Lin Baici’s firm reply, they looked at each other, unsure of what to do, some still wanted a reason, but Lin Baici was not going to give them one.

In confusion, everyone looked at Pan Junjie.

Pan Junjie was feeling terrible.

Experience and logic told him he should go to the club and listen to that stand-up show, but all along the way, Lin Baici’s judgments had never missed.

"I must have missed some detail, right?"

Pan Junjie quickly reminisced, but there wasn’t enough time to calm down and think.

Fuck!

Pan Junjie took out a coin.

"Heads, I go; tails, I don’t!"

Pan Junjie said in his mind, flicked the coin into the air with his thumb.

Clink!

When the coin landed, Pan Junjie’s left hand back and right palm, slapped and caught it.

He removed his hand, the tail side was up.

"I trust God Lin!"

Pan Junjie forced a smile.

"Then what was the meaning of tossing the coin?"

Li Yintong teased.

"Haha!"

Pan Junjie awkwardly chuckled, wishing inside to kill this Tai Mei.

Will you die if you talk less?

Lin Baici, Xia Hongyao, and Pan Junjie, Below Dragon Level wouldn’t go, naturally neither would everyone else, but each face was filled with intense worry.

"We are too close to the club; it might bring trouble, you should leave two or three blocks away, hide, I’ll stay here to observe!"

Lin Baici instructed, and as soon as he finished, Pan Junjie instantly volunteered.

"I’ll stay with you!"

No mistake on Lin Baici’s side.

Everyone thought this way, so they all voluntarily stayed.

"What hiding? Sharing the meat and facing the blade together!"

Xia Hongyao quickly sat down, maybe she didn’t want to be a nanny.

Must stick with Lin Baici.

If not Holmes, at least be Watson, right?

"Don’t always think about protecting us, even if we die, we won’t blame you."

Gu Qingqiu shook his head; Lin Baici was too emotionally entangled.

"Yeah, yeah, you’re just using us as cannon fodder, sending us to our deaths!"

Hua Yue Yu really didn’t want to be protected anymore.

"If you keep this up, they’ll never grow up!"

San Miyairi took out a small box from her tote bag, opening it to reveal mahjong: "Bored? Let’s play a few rounds of Mahjong Soul!"

"With a bet, of course. Whoever loses has to share an embarrassing story!"

"Qingqiu, Lord Lin, come on!"

San Miyairi invited.

"Count me in!"

Xia Hongyao rolled up her sleeves: "I’m good at playing mahjong!"

"..."

Hua Yue Yu and Kim Myungjin were taken aback, where did Red Medicine get such confidence?

Playing mahjong with these three, you’d lose all your tea leaves!

Lin Baici didn’t want to play, but San Miyairi and Gu Qingqiu had their sights set on him, so there was no avoiding it.

Soon, the mahjong table was set up!

Time crept by like a thief, coming and going silently.

More than an hour passed.

Night fell, and the city lights began to glow.

Because the city had gone bankrupt, the electricity couldn’t keep up, and the electrical facilities were old and in disrepair, so not many streetlights were functioning, making the streets look very gloomy!

In a movie, this setting would be the frequent scene of murders and monsters.

"Kong!"

"Fishing the moon from the sea!"

"Won!"

San Miyairi gracefully pushed the tiles, winning another round.

"No way, how did you win again?"

Xia Hongyao, having dealt the winning tile, looked shocked: "Are you a mahjong god?"

"Yao, it’s time for you to tell a story!"

San Miyairi shuffled the tiles.

"I’ve been talking all night!"

Xia Hongyao was frustrated, this gaming experience was terrible!

If she lost any more, even her childhood bed-wetting secret would be out, but that damned competitiveness kept Xia Hongyao from leaving the game.

Just one win would do!

"Are you crazy? At a time like this, you still have the nerve to play mahjong?"

"The key is that they aren’t the least bit anxious!"

"You could say they have nerves of steel!"

Pan Junjie and the others were so anxious that they were pulling out their hair.

Lin Baici wasn’t worried, so Hua Yue Yu and Kim Myungjin weren’t worried either; the two of them sat next to Xia Hongyao, giving her strategic advice, but even three cobblers couldn’t avoid losing.

"This is unbelievable, I’m actually good at mahjong, during New Year’s my sister can’t even beat me!"

Xia Hongyao didn’t understand: "Let’s go again!"

Just as everyone set up their tiles, Pan Junjie suddenly stood up.

"God Lin, someone’s coming out!"

Everyone immediately turned their heads, staring at the Virtue Club.

Two men in clown costumes came out carrying a corpse, throwing it next to the trash can on the street corner.

One body!

Two bodies!

Three bodies!

...

The two clowns kept coming out and dumping bodies, making Pan Junjie and his group start sweating all over.

"Thank... goodness we didn’t go in!"

The guy in the hoodie was incredibly grateful; he had the self-awareness to know that with his skills, if he entered that club, he would definitely become a corpse.

"Could everyone be dead?"

San Miyairi’s eyebrows knitted tightly.

On the club’s side, the lighting wasn’t very bright, she couldn’t see faces clearly, but judging by the clothing, many from Dayao were dead.

The two clowns tossed bodies for a good ten minutes, roughly over thirty bodies, before they stopped.

After waiting a bit longer, the fishball vendor came out supporting Zhong Shuman.

Li Yintong immediately rushed out to assist.

This action made San Miyairi think a lot better of this Tai Mei.

Because at that moment, danger hadn’t been ruled out, Li Yintong was willing to go over, showing she valued her friends.

"Let’s head over too!"

Lin Baici knew that this round of rule pollution was over; what was next would likely be a night of terror.

"God Lin, don’t go!"

Pan Junjie tried to dissuade: "Wait for them to come over!"

Lin Baici didn’t listen; Xia Hongyao and the others followed, leaving the café, with the hoodie guy and his friends following after.

"FUCK!"

Pan Junjie thought Lin Baici was too arrogant; would it kill him to listen to him just once?

He really hoped all those clowns in the comedy club would rush out and leave them all dead to teach them a lesson about not listening to him.

Pan Junjie looked around, realizing he was the only one left in the café, so he quickly followed.

"Fishball man, Sister Man..."

Li Yintong rushed over, seeing the fishball vendor covered in blood and missing two fingers, and Zhong Shuman even worse, missing an arm: "I told you earlier, listen to Brother Lin!"