Pretending To Be A Boss

"I didn't expect you to have so many lovers that you needed to build a house in the mining area."

Tang Xian considered himself a person who had risen above low-level tastes and seriously corrected:

"The air here is good, and I feel comfortable living here, that's all."

"I have something for you."

Yu Xiaozhe took out a black box.

"What is this? A communication device?" Tang Xian took it and glanced at it.

Yu Xiaozhe nodded and said:

"I met someone named Lin Sen. I'm responsible for the forgeries, and he provides some black tech products. People on the third level then got access to the network. This is like a mobile phone, but even at the bottom level, you can still receive network signals, and don't worry, it can't be traced. Lin Sen and I both use it, and now you have one, too.

You can't use it in the mining area, but when you're back at the Pyramid, you can use it to flirt with girls. There's been a renaissance of culture recently; they're back to playing with message bottles, Douyin, and WeChat and stuff. I've already hooked up with several."

Tang Xian, after all, was someone who had looked through two hundred billion Weibo posts from Luo, reading less than a thousandth of them, but still had some knowledge of the ancient techniques for quick hook-ups.

He wasn't interested, but having such a phone was very convenient. After all, he had to keep up appearances, returning to the Pyramid occasionally, and could spend those boring ten hours online.

"I've installed some apps that young people like these days. The charging tools are inside, too, so figure it out on your own."

Tang Xian nodded. Though his knowledge was comprehensive, he rarely engaged in such forms of entertainment and leisure. He planned to try them out when he had time, like setting up something they call a WeChat account.

"This is a nice gift. I'll help you deal with some trouble," he said.

"What trouble could I possibly have?"

"Have you recently taken on a new assistant?"

"Are you a worm in my belly? How do you know everything?"

"There's something wrong with that assistant. Once you're back...," Tang Xian said nothing, but made a throat-slitting gesture.

Yu Xiaozhe fell silent.

He looked at Tang Xian seriously, and after several seconds, he asked, "Are you sure?"

"Positive. You don't need to know how I know. You just need to remember, like when we were in school, that what I say is always true."

"That kid is quite clever. I've got a big deal going on lately. Twelve fortresses of Dongdao Country are planning to break away from the federal system and return to the independent state system that existed hundreds of years ago. They're printing their own currency."

Tang Xian understood the implications of these words. Although each country still had its own name, human civilization was now under a federal system.

Dongdao Country didn't have a large population, but it did have twelve fortresses and not a few people on the second level and above. It was a technological giant, so it made sense that they'd want to break away from the federal system.

For Yu Xiaozhe, who was adept at making counterfeit money, this indeed presented an opportunity to make a fortune. But Tang Xian didn't want to know or participate in such illegal and unruly activities.

He said:

"When you think you've made enough money, it's time to quit. If you run into trouble, let me know. I may not be able to solve your problems beforehand like I did today every time."

"So how exactly did you find out my new assistant is a problem?"

"You've been wanted by the federation and Huaxia for so many years but have survived quite well. I don't believe you were followed after entering the forest. This can only mean that your recent movements have been leaked, and the only one who could have disclosed your whereabouts is your assistant. There could be other possibilities, but someone will soon point a gun at me, so I can verify it."

Yu Xiaozhe was shocked. I've been followed?

His face changed immediately, and a red dot appeared on Tang Xian's head.

An assassin had Tang Xian in their sights.

Tang Xian just looked at Yu Xiaozhe's expression to understand what was happening and said:

"I remember you having only two talents. Theoretically speaking, you are not as strong as my assistant. Follow my assistant and hide. They followed you all the way here, intending to catch you red-handed, so they will not shoot now."

Tang Xian pointed at Dong Ran. At that moment, Dong Ran too noticed strangers approaching.

"This is an old classmate of mine. His name is Yu Xiaozhe. This is my assistant, Dong Ran. You can also call her Tang. Things are a bit special now, so just consider yourselves simply introduced. Dong Ran, take Yu Xiaozhe and hide.

Don't engage with these people. That's an order."

Dong Ran nodded, worried for Tang Xian but already accustomed to the fact that when Tang speaks, all she needs to do is follow orders.

"Remember to keep an eye on Tang Xiaojiu; don't let her kill those fish too soon. They're not fresh if they die too early."

After saying this, Tang Xian walked out of the yard.

Outside, he waved in the direction of the red dot and soon, three hunters emerged.

By scent detection, Tang Xian knew that a total of six people had come.

The unique smell of their uniforms could disperse some minor enhanced creatures and insects, a technology from the United Kingdom's uaf mercenary corps, ranked thirty-third in the world for hunting.

It was the standard style of British mercenaries, who would take on any job for money.

Tang Xian heaved a sigh of relief, since they were unofficial military and not local Huaxia troops, he could confidently stretch out his hands and feet.

The three hunters each wielded different weapons, presumably related to their awakened abilities.

The leader was tall and thin, armed with a western sword; another was burly, wielding a chain hammer; and the last one, comparatively short, used a military spike.

All were close combat units, which brought pleasure to Tang Xian.

Fluent in various languages, he consciously cursed in Korean this time, saying "Ah-si-ba," then raised his middle finger.

Although these three uaf mercenaries didn't know why this Asian was standing there alone, waiting to be captured, nor why the counterfeit boss didn't flee in the yard, being provoked was welcomed by them.

It was a valid excuse to wantonly prey on their target.

Many aspects of civilization were lost in this world, but the essence of national curses was preserved.

English had "fuck," Japanese "baka," and Huaxia had "sand sculpture." Tang Xian actually preferred using local dialects. However, it wasn't appropriate here; with international friends, one must use national curses—curses had to ensure the other party understood, or it was just self-indulgence.

The short man's military spike didn't aim for a vital spot but pierced Tang Xian's thigh.

The sound of fabric tearing made Tang Xian frown.

Right, his body had been enhanced, but his clothes couldn't withstand the wear and tear.

His trousers had ripped open.

Tang Xian glanced at the short man, thought about how he was posing as a Korean which made it inconvenient to tell his attacker not to tear his clothes, so he just slapped him.

The slap, carrying with it the maximum life value of ten percent, made the short man question his life choices.

A whole row of teeth was spat out.

"Does it feel good? Ssibada."

It was still the first time hitting someone after activating Unrivaled, and Tang Xian checked—the ten percent of maximum life value might seem like only a tenth was deducted from the opponent's life, but in reality, it was far more humiliating.

It was like if a person lost one-tenth of their blood, they would appear as if they had lost half their life.

Taking advantage of the short man's delayed reaction, Tang Xian landed two more slaps.

The opponent, the assassin, fainted.

Tang Xian really wanted to teach him a lesson, that an assassin should stick to backstabbing; asking for a beating was deserved for getting too close.

Seeing their teammate under attack, the healer and the one with eyes emerged from hiding, with only the sniper continuing to take aim.

The western sword thrusted straight at the face, and Tang Xian didn't dodge, merely instinctively closing his eyes before feeling a tickle and realizing the sword tip was pressing against his forehead.

The chain hammer also hit his shoulder, tearing the fabric there.

Tang Xian grabbed the western sword with one hand, and the tall and thin swordsman found he couldn't pull the sword away, no matter how hard he tried.

"I actually would like you to go back and promote my image, say that in Shulin, there resides a humanoid boss far more dangerous than any common mine creature. But then I thought, you'd bring lots of trouble, so it's better if you just die."

As the swordsman attempted to pull away in disbelief, Tang Xian delivered a barrage of slaps.

Bang!
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The sound of a gunshot rang out.

Feeling a bit of pain on his forehead, Tang Xian figured that his current life value probably wouldn't be affected much by such firearm attacks.

"Armament mine weapons are increasingly becoming melee weapons, the reason being that advanced firearms cannot be used in the mines, as the noise is too loud. It tends to attract a lot of beasts."

Amidst the howling of the three-tailed fox, the sniper hiding in the bushes felt a chill down their spine.

This time, Tang Xian conversed in English with the sniper in the shadows not too far away.

After pulling the chain hammer away and knocking down both the one with eyes and the healer, he looked at the five people lying on the ground and listened to the distant wailing, showing a friendly smile.

"Shulin is really dangerous. Just because I can play here doesn't mean you can."