Iron Armor Corps’ Lei Hu, Wu Chang listened without understanding, but the expressions of other players present changed noticeably after hearing it.
As a notorious PVP troublemaking organization in the Desolate Realm, Iron Armor Corps sets up nine elite combat units specifically to hunt down players who have offended Iron Armor Corps and don’t have a major force backing them, to maintain their intimidation among mid to low-level organizations and solo players.
Each elite unit leader possesses powerful reincarnations, and the leaders of the first to third units even have hidden classes.
Lei Hu is the leader of the ninth elite combat unit, Level 25, possessing a Golden Level class just below a hidden class: Thunder Warrior.
Lei Hu and his ninth elite combat unit are active in B-Level instances, and all players between Level 15 and 25 hearing Lei Hu’s na should show so degree of respect.
Of course, if you belong to the four major forces, then just ignore this statent.
Lei Hu stood in the center of the square, scanning the crowd, and when his gaze swept over Wu Chang, he blinked once and naturally moved past him.
"The six of you, if you have any complaints, speak up before the instance starts; we can still negotiate. If there are any small moves after the instance starts, don’t bla , Lei, for being ruthless."
The player nad Cannon was the first to take a step back, coldly saying in an imitation robotic voice: "I’m used to operating alone, so I won’t join in your actions."
Lei Hu slightly tilted his head and asked, "Where are you from?"
Cannon said, "Firepower Truth."
Lei Hu nodded knowingly, "Oh~"
The next mont, lightning burst forth in the square, blinding everyone present. Cannon, wearing a tactical helt, wasn’t affected by the intense light. He quickly retreated backward, a futuristic-looking rifle appearing in his hand.
But before he could raise the gun, he froze in mid-air.
Lei Hu was sohow already behind Cannon, his huge hand gripping Cannon’s helt. With electricity flashing in his palm and finger strength bursting forth, he forcibly crushed the C-Level tactical helt on Cannon’s head.
After the tactical helt shattered, what remained in his grip was Cannon’s head, and even with a 50% damage reduction between players, Cannon’s head wouldn’t be much harder than the helt if Lei Hu exerted his strength.
Lei Hu held Cannon’s head, lifting him single-handedly into the air, sneering:
"I thought you were soone important, turns out you’re just a lowlife. Even your organization’s leader has to speak with his head down in front of . Who gave you the courage to bargain with ?"
Lei Hu squeezed Cannon with his right hand, and with his left hand pointed at each of them. When his finger brushed over Wu Chang, he drew a wave and jumped directly from the duo to Guang Zhi.
"Any of the five of you have any objections?"
The field was dead silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
"Good." Lei Hu nodded, turning his face to look at Cannon in his hand, "And you?"
Cannon’s head made a creaking sound under the grip, his facial muscles contorted and deford under Lei Hu’s fingers. He could only murmur, "No, no objections."
Lei Hu let go, allowing Cannon to fall to the ground.
"See, if you have a problem, feedback and solutions should be tily. That’s how an excellent team operates. I’m quite approachable, we can raise and discuss issues anyti."
The crowd glanced at Cannon sitting on the ground, regaining his composure, and managed a dry smile.
Having seen enough of the drama, Wu Chang raised his hand to attract Lei Hu’s attention, but Lei Hu treated him like air, not even sparing a glance.
At that mont, the transparent barrier surrounding the square dissipated, signaling the formal start of the instance.
Lei Hu waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow him. Seeing Lei Hu not invite him, Wu Chang considered following thick-skinned, but the Ranger blocked his path, drawing a line on the ground.
The ssage was clear: stop here, do not cross the line.
Watching the group walk away, Wu Chang scratched his head, realizing he was isolated?
No matter, acting alone would save him a lot of trouble.
There are four exits around the square, and since Lei Hu’s group doesn’t welco him, he’ll take another path.
Anyway, everyone has to stick around the Royal Tomb for these days, so they might et again.
Although, at that ti, whether it’s the real person or a grudge, who knows.
He randomly chose a path and walked straight ahead, coming to a small wooden hut after about ten minutes.
The light inside lit up, seemingly sensing his arrival.
Cre-aaak~
Accompanied by the rusty sound of the wooden door opening, a frail-looking old man with white hair, deep-set eyes, and ashen skin, hoisted an oil lamp and walked out of the hut.
The old man’s body was extrely weak, lifting his feet took great effort, and he shuffled with a dragging sound.
"Are you the new Gravekeeper?"
Wu Chang nodded, "I am."
The old man pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, glancing at the nas on it, and asked:
"Are you Morgan?"
Wu Chang shook his head.
"Bauer?"
Wu Chang continued shaking his head.
"Then you must be Thomas." The old man asserted because there were only three nas on the paper.
Wu Chang shrugged and said, "My na is Sean."
The old man was taken aback for a mont, then quickly realized, tearing the paper to pieces and tossing it into the wind.
"Ah, my mory, right, soone ntioned today, the incoming person is Sean."
Wu Chang: "..."
Seriously, buddy, is the onboarding ceremony this casual?
"Co, follow inside; let’s sign the employnt agreent first." The old man feared Wu Chang might slip away if he turned around, beckoning him while retreating back into the hut.
Entering the wooden hut, the old man eagerly took out an employnt agreent, written on a parchnt that seed quite aged.
The agreent content was simple, only one line.
"Do you confirm to take over as the 44th Gravekeeper of the Royal Tomb?"
Wu Chang clicked his tongue, thinking this was his jinx number, wasn’t it?
Without hesitation, he signed on the spot.
After signing, the patterns on the parchnt’s top rotated, like an eye opening to glance, then closed again.
Seeing him sign the agreent, the old man nearly jumped with excitent, hastily untying a waist tag from his belt and placing it in Wu Chang’s hand.
"Brother Sean, this is a Gravekeeper’s badge; make sure to carry it during nightti patrols, don’t forget!"
Wu Chang frowned, wait a minute, when did we beco brothers? The old man looked almost eighty, surely if he wasn’t a lifelong bachelor, he’d have grandkids older than him.
"Sir, how old are you?"
"My na is Han’er, I just turned thirty-five last month."
Wu Chang: "Huh?"
Wow, at 35 he’s already this frail, must be a haunting, girl ghosts maybe, absorbing Essence Qi type.
Watching Wu Chang sign the agreent, Han’er pulled a notebook from the drawer of a desk, stating:
"A Gravekeeper’s duties typically comprise five tasks: reception, burial, monunt setting, prayer, and night patrol. I have noted the process in the notebook, you can browse through it, I’ll now highlight so crucial points you need to be mindful of."
"First, if anyone visits the cetery at midnight, demand they slip an invitation through the door slit. Without an invitation, absolutely deny their entry."
Needing an invitation to enter a cetery, Wu Chang heard of such a procedure for the first ti, wondering who the inviter was, soone buried underground?
Wu Chang asked: "What if I encounter such a person, how should I stop them?"
"Simply lock the door, they can’t co in." Han’er said.
"Second, if the moon isn’t full, ensure the patrol lamp is lit. If the moon turns red, return imdiately to the Gravekeeper’s cabin."
"Third, if soone asks you anything from the sky, never answer; just run. These three precautions, don’t ask why."
"Additionally," Han’er whispered into Wu Chang’s ear, "I have a personal suggestion: if you notice a person approaching and they’re not soone you recognize, don’t hesitate to run. And if you happen to see sothing strange beneath the earth, ignore it."
Wu Chang understood Han’er’s ssage and asked, "Do I need to pay you?"
"I can introduce you to a collector." Han’er said, along with a private commission he had received, "Currently, I’m not the Gravekeeper, rember. Now, let’s sign this contract quickly, lest I miss out on my own matters."
After signing the contract, Wu Chang realized that the pattern on top of the parchnt read: "Do you confirm your appointnt as the 44th Gravekeeper of the Royal Tomb."
Wu Chang clicked his tongue, thinking, why am I always at odds with the number 4?
Without hesitation, he signed his na.
Once he signed, Han’er couldn’t wait any longer and hurriedly took out a notebook, saying:
"Here are a few private suggestions regarding the duties of a Gravekeeper. Make sure you rember them."
"First, should soone arrive at the Great Tomb at night, ask them to slide an invitation under the door." Wu Chang had never heard of such a process, but it seed wise to him to follow. "Who’s the inviter?" Wu Chang asked.
"As long as it’s soone from the kingdom’s great cetery," Han’er said, "you should refuse to answer their questions and start running away imdiately. Don’t ask why, just run. That’s a private suggestion."
Wu Chang understood Han’er’s implications and asked, "Should I pay you afterwards?"
Han’er replied, "Oh, I’m so forgetful. Yes, I was told soone nad Sean was coming today." Han’er said this, and quickly tore up the piece of paper in his hand, tossing it into the wind.
"That’s right, today soone told that the person coming is nad Sean."
Wu Chang: "..."
Is this how a job induction is done so casually, my friend?
"Co, follow inside. Let’s sign the employnt agreent first," Han’er said, afraid that Wu Chang might slip away if he turned around, while beckoning Wu Chang and backing into the cabin.
Once inside, the old man eagerly produced a parchnt-written employnt agreent that appeared to be quite old.
The agreent was straightforward, with just one line of text.
"Do you confirm to take up the position of Gravekeeper No. 44 of the Royal Tomb?"
Wu Chang clicked his tongue, secretly thinking—am I dood to battle with everything associated with the number 4, or what?
He didn’t hesitate and signed the docunt.
After signing, an engraving appeared at the top of the parchnt, and the old man hurriedly took out a waist tag from his possession, giving it to Wu Chang.
"Look at , forgetting again; yes, soone did tell earlier that a person nad Sean would be coming today."
Wu Chang: "..."
Is the hiring process really this casual?
"Co, enter, let’s get the employnt agreent signed first." The old man, fearing Wu Chang might slip away, beckoned him inside while backing into the cabin.
Once inside, the old man eagerly pulled out an employnt agreent, written on a tattered piece of parchnt, giving an impression of age.
The content of the agreent was very simple, with just one sentence.
"Do you confirm to take over as the Gatekeeper of Royal Tomb No. 44?"
Wu Chang clicked his tongue, thinking if he was dood to a life with the number four.
Without hesitation, he signed his na on the spot.
After signing, the engravings on the top of the parchnt started to shift. The old man almost imdiately ripped up the paper in his hand, gleefully scattering it into the wind.
"Look at my mory, yes, soone said it today, the arrival person is indeed called Sean."
Wu Chang: "..."
Wait a minute, buddy, is this induction ceremony always this casual?"
"Co, follow into the house and we’ll sign the employnt agreent first." The old man, worried that Wu Chang would slip away, beckoned him to co closer while cautiously retreating back into the hut.
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