Chapter 1223: Dual Wielders
Although the Foreman had strictly forbidden a whole bunch of players from getting touchy-feely with him—anyone who dared to come close would get their affection reduced by 1, 1, 1, 1, 1—he would let pretty female players and gentle femboys off a little easier. But now, the players had fallen into a suspicion chain where everyone looked like a red-name enemy. They followed the Foreman anxiously, going wherever he went.
So when the Foreman brought a huge crowd of players to the medical room, Emville, who had just come out, was startled badly. He thought he had run into the Axe Gang.
"Boss, what are you all—"
"Just taking a stroll and walking off our food. We also came to check on Vervi."
Emville hurriedly invited the Foreman inside. The players eagerly wanted to follow, but the door automatically closed, blocking their path.
"I'll wait here for Boss G!"
"Me too!"
"Then I'll wait too."
The players had lost all sense of security. Everyone looked like a bad guy to them. Only by sticking tightly to their own Boss G and borrowing Old G's body heat could they feel even a trace of warmth.
Still, they had nothing else to do. After staring at each other for a while, one particularly playful player suddenly stepped forward.
"How about we play cards?"
"Sure."
"Let's do it, let's do it."
Before long, card games of all sizes had started outside the door. Their specialty was going from trying to kill each other one moment to calling each other brothers the next.
Chaotic and disorderly. Reckless when they felt like risking their lives, and playful when they felt like having fun—their disaster nature was fully exposed.
Inside the medical room, the Foreman and Emville were observing the old