After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS Chapter 411 - 283: Undercurrents Surging

Lake Heart Island, Mammon Manor.

The mbers of the Fools’ Association are gathered in the banquet hall, watching the live feed sent back by the drones.

The drones they use are equipped with high-level anti-electronic interference units, unaffected by the on-site electromagnetic shielding, and have extrely high shooting precision, capturing every detail clearly.

Watching Nuobai struggle amidst the Hellhound rcenaries’ siege, her body battered and blood-soaked, they all laughed uproariously, happiness written all over their faces.

"Hahaha! Did you see her falling from the sixth floor? It’s like a blood flower bursting on the ground, truly artistic!"

"My favorite is still the look on her face when she saw the old lady threatened. That kind of unwillingness, bewildernt, and bleak expression, oh~ what a pitiable child~"

"The dish prepared by the president is really exquisite, with many unexpected ingredients, like the old lady surprisingly shouting for her to run at the end. That splendid eruption of human nature is truly delightful!"

"Ah, young people are too impulsive, they should’ve kept holding on, why shoot?"

"That’s actually better, if she ran away, we can enjoy this dish longer, otherwise eating it clean in one go wouldn’t be fun!"

As everyone was chattering away, Mammon couldn’t help but smile broadly. He pressed his palm down and said, "Everyone, quiet for a mont, I’m going to call that brat."

Everyone quieted down, holding back laughter, watching Mammon.

Mammon took out his phone, dialed a number, and then turned on speakerphone, deliberately putting on a stern face, "Lucifer."

From the other end, Lucifer’s voice ca through, "Dad, what’s up?"

Mammon feigned displeasure and said, "How did you let her escape? What are you Hellhound rcenaries doing?!"

Lucifer complained, "Can you stop nagging at us just sitting on the sidelines watching? She’s a Legendary rcenary after all, do you think it’s like slaughtering pigs?"

Mammon laughed and cursed, "Asking us not to nag? Co on, we’re the patrons, all the bounty is provided by us! Not satisfied with the show, can’t we nag a bit? You’re not happy?"

Lucifer impatiently said, "I can’t be bothered to argue with you... how about helping track where she escaped to, I’ll go continue the chase."

Mammon slamd the table and scolded, "You’re a rcenary, asking ? I’m the audience, okay! I already gave you the info first-hand, letting you take action first, that’s giving you a backdoor. Want to help more? No way! Deal with it yourself!"

Lucifer’s voice sounded sowhat resentful, "Dad, keeping the spoils within the family, putting 500 million in your son’s pocket as pocket money, isn’t it better than letting others take it away?"

Mammon chuckled, "It doesn’t matter to us; the aunts and uncles just want to enjoy so fun. Whoever gets the bounty makes no difference to us at the Fools’ Association."

Lucifer cursed, "Damn you, a bunch of wasteful playthings. Not going to chat with you, I’m going to continue the chase, bye."

The call ended.

Everyone was holding back their laughter with difficulty, and after the call ended, laughter erupted: "Hahahahaha!!!"

"President, your son is still so unique, he’s adorable!"

"So young, already understands thriftiness, calling us to keep the spoils within the family, he’s truly a filial son, hahahahaha!"

"Oh my, brotherly-type boys are really cute, if I weren’t too old, I’d consider going for the young ones!"

It can be seen that the internal atmosphere of the Fools’ Association, a group brought together by fun, is very good, without any strict hierarchy, everyone is equal in front of fun.

Even when his son is being teased, as president, Mammon isn’t angry, he even laughs along, pointing at the phone and sighing, "This brat used to always annoy at ho, finally found a chance to annoy him back."

At this mont, a young man cautiously said, "But, President, your son seems to have a point. Rather than let soone else take the bounty, giving it to him is more fitting, just shifting from left hand to right hand, saving a lot of expenses."

Mammon listened and his expression beca displeased: "You’re new here, right? I need to criticize you properly."

"The Fools’ Association’s main purpose is fun, we’re a group of like-minded people seeking joy, everything is fun first."

"Today’s dish is originally a ss of flavors; it’s out of place to talk about money or not money."

"If a little money makes outcos predictable, affecting ultimate joy, that would be upside down. Don’t say such things next ti, understood?"

The young man quickly nodded in response: "Understood, I spoke too much."

Mammon clapped his hands, his tone lightened again: "Alright, let’s not dwell on trivial formalities, let’s continue to savor this dish and see what other surprising flavors it can bring."

...

In this world, in any city, the rcenary Realm has its unique ecosystem and a set of rules to follow.

Active rcenaries can form alliances, can attack each other, no one manages this.

But the precondition is using one’s abilities.

If you can’t beat the opponent, work hard to beco stronger.

Or you can find soone powerful to back you up.

Making money, business, nothing disgraceful.

But issuing a bounty to hunt down peers is absolutely prohibited in the rcenary Realm.

Otherwise, if everyone played like this, with you issuing a bounty on today, and on you tomorrow, what would the circle beco?

Similarly, the rcenary Realm will protect its own, outsiders cannot issue bounties on rcenaries, otherwise, they will face fierce retaliation.

Due to these rules, so far, very few rcenaries have encountered bounty hunts.