Back again....
Fatty stared blankly at Margaret's sexy and beautiful light pink lips, constantly opening and closing right in front of him.
But he didn't hear a word.
Who else could log into the ga using his account besides that little punk Pipi?!
"You have to help get revenge!" Margaret said, her eyes reddened, a sight that would make even the hardest heart ache: "That guy is just inhuman. Not only did he bully in the past, but later, he robbed one hundred and sixty-eight tis in a row. Wherever I went, he robbed there......"
"One hundred and sixty-eight tis?" Fatty couldn't help but shiver, this was clearly the doing of Pipi, that little punk never knew when to stop.
While speaking, Margaret had already logged into "Sky-Filling Fire."
Amidst the fierce fire, the opening scene of tens of thousands of chas battling in the desert was grand and magnificent. Upon entering the character screen, a female ch knight who bore a sixty percent resemblance to Margaret appeared on the screen.
The ch knight's na was Margaret. The registered info showed she was a Major of the Feiyang Republic. Clearly, this was information from years ago. At the first sight of the character and info, a flash seed to pass through Fatty's mind. When he saw the Hawk cha at the forefront of several advanced chas, he was completely stunned.
He turned his head to look at Margaret who was concentrating intently on the screen beside him, and a strange sense of fate made his skin tingle.
He suddenly rembered this [Hawk].
Years ago, in a ga competition, he had used the chanical arm hidden under the Magic Beast to dismantle the circuit board of this [Hawk]. Margaret had co out crying from the cockpit, asking him to co down..... In the end, how did he get rid of this crying girl.... seems like he helped her put the circuit board back...
And now, the real Margaret was right beside him. She was intently logged into the ga, under her long lashes, her pretty big eyes sparkled. She still held a grudge against SM01314.
The real her was completely different from how she was in the ga back then. No wonder he couldn't recognize her at first. Though her appearance was sowhat similar, her personality was worlds apart. That crying little girl couldn't possibly connect with the woman who now called herself the boss lady.
People have many sides. The disguise in reality is stripped away in the network, or the honest and sincere in reality becos cunning and deceitful online. Complex human nature is never just one-dinsional. When you see one side of her, you often forget that there's another side behind the multi-dinsional personality. No one can say which is real.
Perhaps both are! But it's just shown differently depending on the environnt.
Almost three years now?
Back to the past, who would have thought of today when we faced off in the ga?
Miloke Battle, counterattack Lucerne, Gazalin Pyrenees Battle, then to this Free World....... It seems like everything is controlled by fate. Is everything under its control?
Whenever you think you've escaped it, it sneaks in the shadows, smirking at you in triumph. Whether you choose to step out with your left or right foot, it's fate. Even when you defiantly try to switch feet, it's still fate.
Damn it!
Fatty suddenly shook his head, feeling ashad for zoning out.
Beside him, Margaret's faint aroma constantly stimulated his sense of sll, his eyes involuntarily moved down—this woman was a natural charr.
"Look..." Margaret called out after logging into the ga, grabbing Fatty's arm and shaking it continuously: "He's here, he's here!"
Pipi, don't bla your brother for not being loyal.
"Want revenge?" Fatty's face lit up with a sly smile like a fat fox.
Margaret looked at Fatty warily, finally conquered by her obsession with chas and eagerness for revenge, she nodded firmly: "Mm!"
"Easy! I'll beat him so hard he won't know where north is!" Fatty slightly raised his head, his eyes glead, an overwhelming expert aura emanated from him, though his next words weren't very graceful: "But the problem is.... the reward....."
"Reward?!" Margaret wanted to strangle Fatty: "Fatty, I just lectured you for half an hour, so are you crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?"
"Who's crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?!" Fatty looked shocked: "I said, you guide , I'll guide you, but that doesn't include fighting and killing stuff. You must know, as a master, reputation is more important than life. Winning doesn't matter, but if I lose, my mouth-built fa in the world over decades would be ruined!"
Margaret glared fiercely at this shaless Fatty who was taking advantage of the situation, both frustrated and annoyed.
As Hastings' most beloved granddaughter, Margaret always got what she wanted. Normally, if she was wronged, a queue of people would stand up for her. Even if the one wronged was soone else, those defenders would step in and trample them for her. Her own wisdom and talent were also stunning, extraordinary in every aspect.
Such a favored daughter of the heavens wasn't supposed to suffer losses or any grievances. However, in the aspect she was most obsessed with—chas—she was helpless.
The trend of close-range cha fighting appeared late. Even military powers like the Feiyang Republic have only recently been developing in close-range cha fighting. And her own talent in cha fighting was really diocre. After using countless thods, up till now, her level was only that of a Level 7 cha Warrior. Facing SM01314's prowess in Sky-Filling Fire, she was ultimately far behind.
SM01314 had over three hundred battles, undefeated. This was a myth in Sky-Filling Fire.
The internet is full of hidden talents, in terms of control techniques, there are indeed people who could compete with this guy. However, there hadn't been a single one who could surpass that shaless, wicked fighting style!
Last ti, at Chuckna, there was even soone claiming to be the Director of the Tai Sect Branch, ranked top ten in the ga, who volunteered to challenge SM01314, attempting to approach her, and almost disgusted her to death. As a result, before she could expose her identity and take action, that idiot nad "Talk Laugh" got himself humiliated miserably by SM01314 and never appeared again.
Later, Margaret neither hoped to take revenge herself nor expected anyone around her to help with revenge. SM01314's identity was tightly concealed, and their chanical Control was incredibly formidable. To seek revenge, she could only go to the cha Fighting sanctuary in the Free World to find those supposedly miraculous master skills, or simply hire them on the network to defeat SM01314!
The Fatty before her was undoubtedly the best choice!
Before coming here, Margaret had already heard many rumors about this Fatty. What interested her the most was how he challenged nine top-level chanical Armor Halls and led fifty cha to stride unhindered in Central City.
To be able to accomplish such grand feats, one can imagine the level of his chanical Technology.
However, who would have thought, this Fatty, was even more odious than SM01314, actually turning his face and not recognizing anyone, demanding a reward. His facial expression clearly telling her, without money, he wouldn't work.
"Fatty....." Margaret bit her lip, gently hugging Fatty's arm, her eyes tender and charming, her voice soft, breathing like orchids: "As long as you help beat him... whatever you want, I'll give you."
"If you don't speak properly and act like a seductress here, I'll slap you to death!" Fatty's face was fierce. "I an it..." Margaret cursed inwardly, but her face blushed crimson, quietly leaning her face against Fatty's arm.
"Alright....." Fatty smiled and hugged Margaret back, thinking if there's an advantage not taken, you're a fool. He leisurely said: "In business, pay first, then deliver goods. Otherwise, you give what you owe... I guarantee that guy will want to live but can't, want to die but won't. You can taste that yourself first. See if I'm bragging."
"Scoundrel! What do you want?!" Margaret slapped Fatty's hand off her shoulder angrily.
She knew her charm had no effect on Fatty. This guy, looking lecherously gullible, was in fact more clear-headed and cunning than anyone else. No matter how she perford, Fatty wasn't falling for tricks or rushing without seeing the real benefit.
Should she really offer herself?
"I want you..."
Fatty used his finger to hook Margaret's chin, and Margaret opened her mouth to bite.
Fatty quickly withdrew his hand: "...think of a way to get Klaus released. You're General Carolina's deputy; you can help with so matters. Everyone knows. Going too far, it won't look good for anyone. You co to pick the fruits while I've already conceded Mars Free Port, what more do you want?! Do you really intend to wipe out allies completely?!"
"Just this?" Margaret asked.
"Just this, unless you..." Fatty frowned, suddenly looking wary: "I didn't say I wanted anything... don't bla ."
"Pah!" Margaret spat. This matter was rather simple for her. Imdiately, she happily pushed Fatty: "This is simple, later, I'll have soone release your guy, and ensure nobody bothers you anymore. Now, will you help take revenge?"
"You speak like you're the General. Can you do it?" Fatty looked doubtful.
"If I can't get him out, I'll have a son without a little chicken!" Margaret said fiercely.
A ferocious woman. Fatty gave a thumbs up, grinning as he settled into the seat of the ga cabin, moving the Virtual Keyboard and Universal Control Stick into a comfortable position. Quickly applying for an account.
In the ga, [Magic Beast] just finished a duel and walked out of the battle teleportation point. Countless challenge requests flooded the screen.
"Trash, co on!"
"SM01314, if you're a man, accept my challenge."
"Idiot, I'll crush you."
"Level 9 cha Warrior, seeks a battle."
"By the moon, I will punish you!"
Looking at the various challenge ssages, Margaret sighed. Being chosen by SM01314 is almost like winning the lottery jackpot. Just considering that if Fatty wasn't selected, perhaps having him guide her technique first might be wiser, suddenly a crisp electronic notification sounded.
Fatty actually got chosen?
Margaret turned around in surprise, seeing Fatty equally astonished.
On the screen, his newly nad cha, "Master Fatty," sent out a challenge ssage, not remarkable. Just ten characters in total: "Little kid, dare you fight Master Fatty."
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