Madman was writing his will. He would be taking part in the special operation later.
It was hard for him not to think of how he had screwed over the Guild Leader.
He had badmouthed the commander in front of countless players.
Whenever he recalled that scene, Madman wanted to die. "Sigh, I never expected you to help me, but who knew you'd stab me in the back so hard?"
Fan Pingmei hugged a doll and burst into sorrowful tears. "Poor child, you're only 25,323 years old, and you're already going to die young. What will happen to the rest of the guild? This world is too cruel!"
Her grief was so heartrending that it was like a cuckoo crying tears of blood.
Everyone who heard it was saddened.
The players of the Hanging Southeast Branch Guild silently sighed.
Madman could not help feeling touched. So he was this beloved in the guild. Sorry, I'll never secretly badmouth you people again, and I won't make things difficult for you anymore, if I even have a future.
But...
Less than ten seconds later, Fan Pingmei raised her head and wiped away her tears.
She used the doll to set up a grave without a tombstone. "All right, the mourning is over. Madman, you can be on your way now."
As the other Hanging Southeast Branch players passed by, they conveniently spat on the grave.
"Don't misunderstand. My throat was just feeling uncomfortable."
"Ptooey!"
"Huh? Why is there a toilet here? Let me spit before I go."
"..."
Madman's mouth twitched as he furiously recorded everything in the Little Notebook.
If I survive today, I will repay every last one of you!
Qin Fanfan walked over with a serious expression.
The players all stopped what they were doing.
Madman's eyes filled with