Really? Godfather

Click-clack. Whitebrim, wearing a Taoist robe with a yellow talisman stuck to his forehead, was the first to step into the base, greeting Peroroncino warmly.

"Oh my, oh my, Peroroncino, you've really made a name for yourself. To be chased by so many people and still make it back alive—I give you a huge thumbs up."

As Whitebrim spoke, he held up a thumb. The companions returning behind him also showered him with praise, right up until Mu Fengyu appeared.

Peroroncino's face twisted, his fists clenched tight, and his eyes radiated a murderous glare. Did anyone know how he had spent the last few hours? He hadn't dared to relax for a single second during that time; if he had been caught, he would have been beaten to death and corpse-camped until all his gear and items were dropped and his level reset to zero.

Under the astonished gazes of the others, Peroroncino charged straight at Mu Fengyu, unleashing an uppercut followed by a flurry of left-right-left-right B.A.B.A inputs, venting his grievances as he struck.

"I'll teach you to sell out your teammates! I'll teach you to act like you're peerless! I'll teach you to be a jerk all day long! Watch me beat you to death!"

This beating lasted for a full ten minutes, and no one stepped in to stop it. After all, Peroroncino had made such a massive contribution to the guild this time—even if it was passive—so it was inevitable that they held a tiny bit of resentment toward Mu Fengyu.

Mu Fengyu also knew that Peroroncino needed to vent. A good beating, combined with the apology gift he had prepared, would surely make his "dear son" forgive him.

Peroroncino finished the one-sided thrashing with a shoulder throw that slammed Mu Fengyu into the ground. Having vented his frustration, he raised his hands high and shouted.

"Refreshing...!!!"

Seeing it was over, Genjiro and the others put away their recording props with a sense of lingering regret, looking at Peroroncino with envious eyes.

Being able to beat Mu Fengyu in broad daylight was a dream for many in the guild. During regular PvP, this guy was always pulling underhanded tricks, setting traps that made it impossible to get close, and then unleashing a barrage of firepower the moment he created distance.

Even assassins like them struggled to get near Mu Fengyu, and he always loved to taunt them face-to-face after winning, his various snide remarks successfully making most of his companions want to beat him to a pulp.

Only people like Touch Me and Ulbert could easily thrash him—either by using the Dimension Defense of a World Champion to tank the damage and one-shot him, or by using Grand Catastrophe to clear the field.

"Whew, how did you guys do with the recording? Did you capture the highlights? Someone give me a photo; I'm going to hang it in my room and admire it every single day."

He asked the others for photos from various angles to compare them, finally settling on the most satisfying one from Nishikienrai.

"Should I expect nothing less from a ninja? To be able to capture such a good shot from this angle."

It was a photo of Peroroncino spinning in mid-air, landing a heavy punch squarely on Mu Fengyu's face. Looking closely, the impact had actually caved his face in.

He held the photo and leaned over the fallen Mu Fengyu, who looked at it with an expression like he'd just eaten a pile of dung.

Peroroncino immediately lowered his head to face him, speaking in a strange tone.

"Yes, that's the look. That look of yours—wanting to hit me but not daring to—looking at you right now really gets me high."

Hearing this, everyone turned in unison to look at Bukubukuchagama, as if asking how long he had been in this state and whether he needed to see a doctor.

Feeling the strange gazes of the group, Bukubukuchagama felt a bit embarrassed. She hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Peroroncino aside, intending to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. Not long after, his pig-like screams echoed through the room.

Mu Fengyu slowly sat up and shook his head, still feeling a bit dizzy. After all, he had been dragged around and swung twice by Peroroncino; the memory of that world-spinning sensation made him feel like vomiting.

Once the commotion died down, the group formed a circle around the spoils of war. It was time for the delightful moment of dividing the loot. Touch Me, as the guild leader, summarized.

"Aside from the bulk of the basic supplies, this is everything we gained from this team-building event: seven Divine-class items, twenty-one Legendary-class items, various other gear, 3.6 billion gold coins, and a variety of special items and materials."

"Now, let's have Peroroncino, who made the greatest contribution by holding back the majority of the Storm Horn guild's combat power single-handedly and buying us enough time to destroy their guild weapon, choose first."

Peroroncino puffed out his chest, looking smug, as if to say, "If it weren't for me, could you have succeeded so easily?"

The others played along, applauding him. At that moment, it felt like if gravity didn't exist, he would have floated straight into the sky.

He cleared his throat and looked at a green item, then glanced at Mu Fengyu.

"Ahem, for my share of the loot, I'll only take this Source of Vitality. I remember Yu saying a while back that he wanted to use this to strengthen Cecilia's Flower, so this is all I want."

Hearing this, Mu Fengyu felt deeply moved. He remembered something he had said so long ago. This item only had a chance to drop from the snake-like boss known as the Forest Calamity, and it rarely even appeared on the market.

"Peroroncino, you..."

Before Mu Fengyu could finish, Peroroncino interrupted him.

"I know you want to thank me, but don't be in such a hurry. I don't think empty words mean anything; it would be more practical if you just let me beat you up a few more times."

Weren't these the exact words he had said before he scammed him? At that moment, Mu Fengyu felt their friendship had reached its end. He declared on the spot that they should each pursue their own dreams, unilaterally announcing that their friendship was over.

"Are you really going to be that heartless? We've known each other for so long."

"Heh, you mean the frequent mutual sabotage? Our friendship is truly rock-solid, isn't it? Snitching to my sister every few days to get her to confiscate my collection."

"Ahem, how about this? You give me the Source of Vitality, and I'll give you the crafting materials for four Divine-class weapons."

The conditions Mu Fengyu offered were very tempting. After all, crafting Divine-class weapons required constant trial and error, and any Divine-class weapon that could be farmed was inferior to a custom-made one. Peroroncino was tempted, but he restrained himself; if he held out a little longer, Mu Fengyu might raise the offer.

Seeing Peroroncino stay silent for so long, Mu Fengyu knew exactly what was going on in his head. They had been playing together for so long that Mu Fengyu knew exactly what Peroroncino was up to the moment he twitched.

He sent a message to Peroroncino's interface. Seeing the note, Peroroncino immediately said excitedly.

"Is that true, Godfather?"

Mu Fengyu nodded with a dark face. Peroroncino immediately ran to his side, knelt on one knee, and bowed.

"I have drifted for half a lifetime without meeting a wise master. If you do not despise me, I am willing to call you Godfather."

Peroroncino's antics amused all their companions, though Mu Fengyu just kept his dark expression and kicked him back to his original spot.

The division of loot continued. Takemikazuchi requested some forging materials, hoping to craft his next weapon to be even stronger.

Nishikienrai took a portion of the gold coins, and because Bukubukuchagama had lost twenty levels after using a World-class item, she requested a Divine-class accessory.