<h4>Chapter 493: Closing The Door And Beating The Dog</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios
Everything seemed toe to a standstill.
Curly Hair carefully nced up at Fang Zhao.
After having such a scare, he hadpletely and thoroughly sobered up.
Fang Zhao’s warnings that had been tossed to the back of his mind while gaming finally came back.
His mental state went through several changes from excitement to fright and then to anxiety.
Curly Hair backpedaled his paws as if trying to hide. Then, he whimpered slightly towards Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao remained seated, staring at Curly Hair while maintaining his silence.
Curly Hair averted his gaze and shrunk his neck back as well. His entire body felt as though it was going to shrink into a ball from guilt.
“I...”
Curly Hair wanted to find an excuse and exin himself.
Fang Zhao got up from the chair and entered the room. Pointing at the wall, he told Curly Hair, “Come, if you have anything to say, tell it to the wall.”
Curly Hair nced at Fang Zhao, then trudged listlessly to the wall with his tail drooping. However, his little dog eyes still stole sneak peeks over at Fang Zhao to observe his expression and movements.
Fang Zhao didn’t bother with him and carried the lockbox he had prepared over. He opened up the cab in Curly Hair’s small room and pulled out the retro handheld console, cing it in the lockbox.
Curly Hair sobbed.
Fang Zhao still ignored him. He unplugged the gaming helmet and peripherals Curly Hair had just been using and ced them all in the case.
Curly Hair whimpered upon seeing this. Tears welled up as he eyed the lockbox unwillingly. He was flustered but didn’t dare speak. He could only whimper as a plea for leniency.
Fang Zhao turned a deaf ear to these cries. He surveyed the open cab and raised an eyebrow. Two days ago, Curly Hair had stored his personal terminal in the cab. However, it wasn’t there anymore.
Curly Hair watched Fang Zhao nervously.
He watched as Fang Zhao raised his foot, tapped the ground lightly and differentiated the various sounds with his ear.
Fang Zhao closed the cab and walked over to the corner. He shifted the kennel and pulled away the matid there. There was a hole beneath.
The gap was just small enough for Curly Hair’s body to squeeze in.
The inside of the hole was slightlyrger, and there was a cylinder-shaped object inside.
It was an explosion-proof barrel.
It was the kind that could withstand an explosion or a mecha stepping on it.
The outside of the barrel seemed aged. Fang Zhao reckoned that this was something Curly Hair had secretly brought back from a shipwreck or isted inds.
<i>How capable!</i>
Fang Zhao opened the barrel lid and fished out a small silver object. This was Curly Hair’s personal terminal that he licked three times a day to make it even more shiny.
This also had to be confiscated. There would be no Inte ess for Curly Hair.
Curly Hair started bawling when he saw his precious personal terminal being put into the lockbo.
He felt wronged.
He didn’t even have a “Battle of the Century” ount!
An ount needed identity verification. Even alternate ounts required it!
How could a dog like him have identity verification?
With just that bit of wishful thinking, he had “borrowed” Fang Zhao’s game ount for a bit.
At first, he was simply curious. He just wanted to experience a little bit and then log out. As for everything that happened after... That wasn’t something that a dog could control.
He felt aggrieved and guilty. As he thought about his precious things that had been confiscated, Curly Hair’s weeping intensified.
However, Fang Zhao didn’t have any intention of consoling Curly Hair and even rolled up his sleeves.
“Come here!!”
...
At the seaside, Zuo Yu and Yan Biao were chatting while looking through entertainment news.
Zuo Yu: “I have a guess.”
Yan Biao: “Very well, me too.”
They met each other’s gaze and shed a knowing grin.
They had seen the news all over the Inte. They had also seen the in-game videos. Combining it with the scene they had just witnessed in the house, how could they not guess who was ying as [AliveAfter500Years]?
Who would believe that the crazy point-sweeping demon was a dog?!
Who would believe it if this was leaked?
Who would believe that?!!
“Say, do you think he spoke humannguage when he was online or...”
“He didn’t say anything in the game. The mic was probably off.”
“Hey, if the mic wasn’t shut and he howled in game, would Boss’s public image change?”
Zuo Yu got excited thinking about such a situation.
“However, it hasn’t reached that stage. In any case, it hasn’t been proven that it was Boss ying. Do you think Boss will deny it?”
“[AliveAfter500Years] has a helmet, so nobody can see what he looks like. However, the distinctive pattern of the crazy point-sweeping demon is too obvious. There’s no denying it.”
The two of them were rather worried for Fang Zhao. Such a situation was really quite a headache.
As they were talking, there was an “awoo~”ing from the house.
The two of them tensed up.
They could hear such mournful dog cries despite being so far away. Had the dog beating started?
The conversation halted, and the two of them pricked up their ears and listened.
After a moment, another string of howls sounded.
<i>Awoo Awoo Woo——</i>
<i>Awoo Awoo Woo——</i>
The howls were more shrill this time, and they even followed a rhythm.
“The beating has started,” Yan Biao said with certainty.
“What weapon is Boss using to beat the dog?” Zuo Yu asked.
They recalled how this dog could bite apart a mecha, and how bullets seemed like tickles to it. What sort of weapon could inflict pain on Curly Hair?
Yan Biao pondered and shook his head. “I can’t think of any. Regardless of whatever weapon it is, I reckon it’s a very cruel beating from its wails.”
However, they weren’t sympathetic and even felt a little d deep down.
The two of them only returned after Fang Zhao sent them a message. Nanfeng hade over to the ind. On their way back, they were still trying to stabilize their mental state.
The howling had stopped. When Yan Biao and Zuo Yu returned to the house, they saw Curly Hair sobbing as he faced the wall.
They weren’t sure if they were mistaken, but they thought that the tear stains beneath Curly Hair’s eyes were muchrger this time.
Nanfeng’s heart ached seeing Curly Hair crying with so much grief. He rubbed Curly Hair’s head and quietly asked Yan Biao, “Did Boss abuse the dog again?”
Yan Biao: ???
<i>Again?</i>
<i>Dog abuse?</i>
He thought that this sentence didn’t make much sense.
Yan Biao stared at Nanfeng with an indescribable look. In the end, he didn’t say anything.
Nanfeng didn’t bother to keep asking Yan Biao. In his eyes, Yan Biao and Zuo Yu weren’t too bright. They never had answers to his questions andcked initiative. Only when their boss gave instructions did they go about to aplish their tasks like wooden blocks.
These bodyguards wouldn’t have many future prospects!
Nanfeng sighed for his two colleagues and dropped the matter. After all, Curly Hair crying and facing the wall happened every once in a while. Curly Hair was merely crying a little harder this time, but it wasn’t a big deal.
Thus, Nanfeng ced the dog aside and hurriedly went to discuss some important matters with Fang Zhao. For example, was Fang Zhao really going to give up music and return to thepetitive Esports scene?
This incident had caused a great ruckus online. Now, everyone was waiting for Fang Zhao to dere his position. Nanfeng had also received calls from many people. Even though it was worrying, he also reckoned that Fang Zhao had been too willful in this whole matter. However, he wouldn’tin about it in front of his boss. Criticizing Fang Zhao was out of the question too.
Thus, Nanfeng first started ttering Fang Zhao with his monster-ying feats in the game. He simply didn’t notice the sympathetic looks Yan Biao and Zuo Yu were giving him behind his back.
After unleashing this ttery, Nanfeng then expressed his own difficulties. The incident had been too sudden and he hadn’t had time to think about how to handle it. He was in a tough spot since he didn’t know Fang Zhao’s decision.
Fang Zhao replied, “I am not giving up music. Neither do I have any ns to return to the professional Esports scene.”
With this being said, Nanfeng understood.
“Alright, Boss. Then... what about the public’s questions?”
“I’ll handle them.”
It couldn’t be helped. Fang Zhao had no choice but to be the scapegoat.
That dog had actually dared cause such a big disturbance when he wasn’t paying attention!
Fang Zhao turned on a certain esports social media tform. There were “marvelous reys” of what had happened on the front page. They contained various clips of monsters being quickly in. The main character in each of these videos was the same.
As he watched the “person” in-game stomp through beastirs as if they were ant hives, Fang Zhao’s thoughts started to wander. This was his own dog!
If Curly Hair had really appeared during the Period of Destruction, would that century-long devastating war have concluded early?
But, when he thought about theplicated circumstances during the Period of Destruction...
The possibility of a Period of Destruction 2.0 seemed more likely.