I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 157 Fighting Club



Chapter 157 Fighting Club

'This task... indeed!'

Chen Lun's eyebrows twitched as he chose to accept.

The "Plague Legend" quest seemed like a transition scenario for beginners, but the hidden truth behind it surely wasn't that simple.

After all, it involved a wide range, and the impact it created was immense.

'Compared to doing this task myself, it seems that there is someone more suitable...'

Chen Lun thought to himself.

A carefree figure flashed through his mind—

With that messy head of hair, holding two pieces of raw beef, and chattering non-stop to them.

'One can thrive in all endeavors by fully utilizing their talents, so I should let Maggie... take full initiative, providing her with the opportunity to grow.'

Chen Lun thought, suddenly moved by his own generosity.

For Maggie, encountering him was like a swift horse finding its master.

"Mr. Robert, Miss Jones..."

Chen Lun turned and looked at them, smiling faintly.

This couple was a bit nervous, they could tell that the young man with black hair had a not-so-simple identity, yet they didn't know what he intended to do.

"I respect your kindness and fearlessness," he said.

Chen Lun gently removed his black hat, placing a hand over his chest and bowing slightly.

"Oh, it's nothing..."

The Roberts hurriedly bent forward to return the gesture.

Chen Lun continued with a smile,

"If you plan to save money for relief efforts outside the city, I think I can provide financial support..."

Upon hearing his words, the Roberts' faces revealed a look of surprise.

Which then turned into joy.

"Are you serious?!"

"Certainly, this way you won't have to resort to selling Antiepidemic Medicine under the name 'Black Messenger' in the Inner City District... To be frank, continuing this way carries certain risks."

Chen Lun said as he raised his hand and shook it slightly, indicating the paper package in his hand.

"This 'Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes' you've developed aren't bad, and they should also be quite affordable to produce. We might cooperate in manufacturing them...

Additionally, I can recommend a doctor to you. She has studied these matters thoroughly as well, and might help you in your fight against the plague."

Chen Lun had two reasons for doing this.

First, he didn't want the couple to continue acting under his name and possibly attract trouble. Although he hadn't confirmed it, there might be a future use for the identity of "Black Messenger," and it wouldn't do to tarnish that reputation.

Secondly, the couple hadn't committed any heinous acts. There was no need to punish them, but rather, it was possible for Maggie to join them and investigate the plague together.

This way, Maggie could not only increase her Mystical Accumulation, but also acquire the recipe for the "Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes." Afterwards, it could be improved and sold to players as a standard medicine after the public test. Discover hidden tales at empire

After all, it seemed that the plague would not disappear in a short time.

"Oh, sir, you are so generous... But we don't even know your name."

Robert said respectfully.

"Jack Spett."

"Mr. Jack, indeed, as you guessed, the cost for these 'Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes' is not high, since we need to consider the impoverished families outside the city... My wife and I even made plans to distribute them for free."

Robert and his wife Jones exchanged glances, both smiling.

"We certainly don't mind your offer to recommend a doctor, but please be aware that this is a very dangerous matter and make sure to convey this message...

As for the financial support, you don't need to provide too much money; we only need 50 Gold Pounds."

He spoke with a slightly nervous tone.

Although he said they didn't need much, 50 Gold Pounds was still quite a large sum.

'The money the team earned from working the past few days, most of it invested back into operations... Fortunately, I still have about a hundred Gold Pounds on hand, otherwise it would be awkward.'

Chen Lun nodded.

"No problem."

He pretended to take out money from his chest, but in reality, he extracted a small pouch from the Blood Poem Ring, then poured the money from the panel into the pouch.

He then reached out his hand, handing over the pouch filled with fifty Gold Coins to Robert.

"Thank you... thank you so much!"

Both Robert and his wife Jones had smiles nearly spilling over their faces.

[Robert's Affection for you has increased! It is now Friendly!]

[Jones's Affection for you has increased! It is now Friendly!]

"Then... I wish you all the best."

Chen Lun smiled slightly.

Just then, he caught a whiff of something burning.

Miss Jones let out a sound and then hurried back to the side of the large terracotta pot to start stirring the medley syrup again.

"Mr. Robert, I bid you farewell."

Chen Lun chuckled, pulling down the brim of his hat.

He then left under Robert's respectful gaze.

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Chen Lun once again arrived at the Fighting Club of Flower Sword.

As he entered the lobby on the first floor, the female attendant came straight over.

Seeing the familiar handsome man, her smile brightened.

Thinking of what her boss Charles had instructed, she felt slightly regretful for not leaving her contact information last time.

This time, she wouldn't miss her chance.

"Good day, Mr. Jack."

The attendant held a clipboard, leaning slightly forward.

The dim valley suddenly brightened, and the scenery became even more beautiful.

She casually pulled a gold-embossed card from the clipboard.

"This is the 'Fighting Club of Flower Sword's' limited VIP card. Mr. Charles specially instructed that when you arrived, it should be handed over to you..."

The waitress handed the VIP card to Chen Lun.

Incidentally, her finger gently hooked the gentleman's palm.

Chen Lun raised an eyebrow.

He felt that beneath the gold-embossed card, there was also a note attached.

Looking up, he saw the waitress with slightly parted red lips, speaking in a gentle tone,

"Mr. Jack, you can call me Candice... Mr. Charles has stepped out for a moment but will be back soon. You may go in and have a look around, take a tour."

"Miss Candice, thank you so much."

Chen Lun smiled slightly, holding up the gold-embossed VIP card in his hand.

The young waitress named Candice, seeing his smile, suddenly spaced out for a moment and couldn't help biting her lip.

"This limited VIP card of the club, well, with it, you can come to the club at any time for any services... and there are various training courses here as well, all free to learn.

Of course, if you're tired, you can also dine, bathe, and stay for rest in the club."

When she mentioned "bath" and "stay", Candice cast him a covert flirtatious glance.

Chen Lun smiled lightly.

"Alright, I got it... Well then, I will go inside and have a look around. If Mr. Charles returns, please do let me know," he said.

Having said that, he bypassed Candice and headed straight into the club.

Leaving Candice standing there, stupefied.

"How could he not see such an obvious hint…? Why?!"

She frowned, unwillingly watching his tall figure recede slowly.

"Is it because I'm not pretty enough, not voluptuous enough?! Or is it… that guy's gay?! Damn it!"

Candice stamped her foot and clenched the clipboard, leaving with her head down.

'She even left her address? Tsk tsk…'

Chen Lun walked leisurely along the corridor, opening the note for a glance. Then he crumpled the note into a ball and casually tossed it into a trash can.

He had no interest in purely thrill-seeking one-night stands.

Bang! Bang!

"Ha!"

Ping Pong! Bang!!

"Hey!"

Passing two training rooms, Chen Lun could see through the glass windows several men boxing and lifting weights.

Robust, muscular men were pounding on sandbags, splashing sweat, and creating booming sounds.

Chen Lun paused briefly and stood watching for a moment.

The muscular men in the training room, noticing a tall, well-dressed gentleman standing outside, exchanged smiles.

"This skinny pretty boy, I can knock his teeth out with one punch," said one quietly, and the others couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha..."

"He's probably here to have fun at the club. Too bad there's no official competition today, otherwise we could take another bit of money from these guys."

"..."

Chen Lun showed a polite smile and turned away.

Although he couldn't hear their conversation, he could guess the content based on their lip movements with his sharp dynamic vision.

He wasn't bothered by their mockery behind his back.

Of course, if they really wanted to try to knock his teeth out, perhaps he could leave them scratching their heads in confusion.

After moving away from these training rooms, Chen Lun discovered several other rooms with guests using various cold weapons.

There were all sorts of swords – longswords, shortswords, broadswords, and two-handed swords, as well as polearms like spears, pikes, halberds, and war hammers, and even more uncommon weapons like large axes, flails, and whips.

There was a variety, a wide assortment.

Clang clang bang bang!

Listening to the crisp clashing sounds nearby, Chen Lun looked on with interest.

He also noticed several posters on the hallway bulletin board, seemingly advertising various types of martial arts contests.

These contests offered prize money, which greatly piqued Chen Lun's interest.

But when he saw the prize amounts were only a few, and at most a dozen or so Gold Pounds, his interest cooled off like passion after intense activity, quickly dying down.

"Hey! Mr. Jack!"

Suddenly, a voice called out and Chen Lun's steps halted.

Turning his head, he saw the well-dressed, somewhat roguish old nobleman leaning against the wall, greeting him.

"What a coincidence, meeting you here again today... How about a drink?"

Xibert propped a long sword in his left hand and held a glass of red wine in his right, sweat dripping from his brow as he grinned.

"Mr. Xibert, I really appreciate your enthusiasm, but no need," Chen Lun politely declined as he approached.

"Oh, what a shame. This red wine was a costly acquisition from the auction at Silver Dragon Trade Association..."

Xibert leaned in mysteriously,

"Not only is this red wine rich and robust in flavor, but it also has special effects!"

He winked and gave a look that said 'men understand.'

Chen Lun's expression remained unchanged, but internally he scoffed.

'The red wine Xibert is drinking, it wouldn't happen to be my own brew, would it...'

Xibert downed the wine in one go, exhaled heartily, and casually placed the glass on the windowsill.

He pointed towards the training room while holding his sword upside down.

"Mr. Jack, how about coming in to take a look? This is the club's only open-air training room. It's big and my sword instructor is in there... How about I show you a move or two? I've just learned a few!"

Xibert flicked the blade of the sword, creating a sonorous ring.

Chen Lun was quite intrigued, curious to witness the so-called swordsmanship. His own combat skills were purely instinctive so far, with no systematic training.

Neither the 'Beast Tamer' nor the 'Diviner' had provided him with relevant experience in this area.

"Sure, I'd like that, Mr. Xibert," Chen Lun said with a smile.


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