Mo Fei's Plan

Back home, Mo Fei immediately took a bottle of ice-cold beer from the refrigerator and gulped down a large mouthful.

As the cold liquid flowed through his stomach, his trembling hands finally calmed down.

He took a deep breath, sat on the sofa, and began reviewing everything that had happened that night.

The whole night had been downright crazy.

The first thing he considered was Wang Ziheng.

Had Wang Ziheng been frightened? Without a doubt.

Would he call the police? Most likely not. Mo Fei had not actually done anything to him; on the contrary, Mo Fei himself had been injured. If it really came down to going to the police station, it would be hard to say who was right and who was wrong.

But would Wang Ziheng really accept the arrangement he had proposed? Mo Fei was pessimistic about that. The man seemed to have backed down on the surface, but that was only because Mo Fei had held absolute control over the situation. Once Wang Ziheng recovered his wits, would he still accept such an agreement?

Even threats of violence only worked when one could actually threaten the other party. Mo Fei had succeeded earlier entirely through surprise. Wang Ziheng probably had not expected him to be so insane. In fact, neither had Mo Fei.

But now that Wang Ziheng was on guard, threatening his life again would not be so easy. All Wang Ziheng had to do was call over a few security guards to protect him before negotiating with Mo Fei, and Mo Fei would be helpless. If he really dared to make a move then, whether he succeeded or failed, he would probably end up in a police station. An attempted murder charge would be enough to put him in prison for several years.

He sighed, feeling deeply pessimistic about what would happen tomorrow.

Even more despairing was the appearance of the Ancient Black Dragon. He had originally held onto a sliver of hope, thinking the black dragon might be his cheat, a golden finger granted by heaven. But from several probes tonight, that clearly was not the case.

That thing wanted his life. It wanted to take over his body. Whenever Mo Fei recalled the sensation of the black dragon gripping his throat, he felt lingering fear. That thing was simply too strange. Hallucination or subconsciousness, it did not matter—the suffocating sensation had been real.

Thinking of that, he looked warily at the windows around him. In the end, he drew all the curtains before feeling even slightly safer.

He continued thinking.

If Wang Ziheng could truly pay according to their agreement today, that would not be bad. Mo Fei could get rid of the enormous problem that was Murphys, earn a sum to settle down with, and leave the company smoothly.

But could things really go that smoothly? Mo Fei did not dare gamble on it.

Why not just give them the account? Even if I don't get ten million, if I keep playing, I'll go insane sooner or later.

But Mo Fei immediately rejected that idea. This was half a year of his hard work, the greatest fortune he had accumulated in his life. He absolutely could not just hand it over. Even if the black dragon was a curse, it was his curse.

Ten million. Not a single word less!

But what if Wang Ziheng refused to pay?

Mo Fei had no choice but to prepare for the worst for tomorrow.

He listed the difficulties he faced and the goals he wanted to achieve on a sheet of paper, one by one.

Difficulties:

1. Wang Ziheng's contract trap.

2. The game helmet linked to the account was in the company's hands. If negotiations truly broke down, the company would not get the game character, but Mo Fei would have trouble getting it too.

3. The black dragon's threat to his life.

Goals:

1. Recoup as much as possible, preferably ten million or even more.

2. Escape the black dragon's threat.

3. Leave Starlight Company smoothly.

Mo Fei scratched his head as he looked at the contents of the paper. There were too many difficulties and the goals were too ambitious. Risking his life alone probably would not be enough.

But what else could he do besides risk his life? He was just an ordinary person. His only talent was probably playing games. If he could use the black dragon's power in reality, that would be one thing, but sadly, he could only dream about it.

As Mo Fei thought, he suddenly rose to his feet. "Ancient Black Dragon—transform!"

As expected, nothing happened. He gave a self-mocking smile and sat back down on the sofa. Sadly, a game was still just a game...

No! Mo Fei suddenly thought of something and sprang to his feet. If he had been playing one of those ordinary games from the past, then he truly could only leave things to fate. But Skyworld was not an ordinary game. Perhaps he could do this... then this... and then this!

A plan rapidly took shape in his mind. He looked again at the difficulties and goals listed on the paper, continuously reasoning and planning. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. That's right, this was it. Hahahaha, I'm such a fucking genius!

In an instant, Mo Fei felt as though everything had become clear.

Wang Ziheng, Wang Ziheng, you just want my game account, right? What was wrong with giving it to you? I may not be able to beat you at the game of capital, but when it came to playing Skyworld, this was my home turf!

Murphys, Murphys, you want to screw with me? Then I'll show you who the real boss is! You want me dead? Let's see which of us dies first!

Having made up his mind, Mo Fei picked up his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hello, is Shadow there?"

"I'm here. What, Brother Dragon, have you changed your mind? Let me tell you, that buyer from before raised the price again. The Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Flame Demon Staff, bundled together for three and a half million. I'd say that's about enough. Just sell them."

"Five million, final offer. Tell them to take it if they want it. If not, I'll list them on the auction house for five million. But that's only one thing. I have another job for you. If you do it well, you'll have enough to live on for the rest of your life. It will take some guts and acting skill, though. What do you say, confident?"

"Don't worry, Brother Dragon. Do you still not trust me? We've worked together for so long—when have I ever let you down? Tell me what you need me to do."

"The plan is a little complicated. I'll explain it in detail later. Tomorrow, drive over and pick me up first. There's something I need your help with."

At noon the next day, Mo Fei came to Starlight Company again. The moment he entered the building, he sensed that the atmosphere was off.

The receptionist told him to report to the supervisor's office the moment she saw him. As he walked through the company, the streamers he knew kept signaling to him with their eyes.

Mo Fei did not go to the office. Instead, he went to his own streaming room first. As expected, the door was locked. It seemed the company had already begun guarding against him.

Mo Fei was not surprised. He turned and entered the supervisor's office, only to find that Wang Ziheng was not there. The supervisor sat upright on a sofa to one side, while behind the desk sat a middle-aged man in his thirties. The man wore gold-rimmed glasses and was impeccably groomed. He looked like the calculating sort. He was idly playing with a fountain pen, and when he saw Mo Fei enter, he gave a slight nod.

Several security guards stood nearby as well. Their battle-ready posture made Mo Fei sigh.

Well, it seemed the thing he had feared most had happened after all.

"Please, sit." The middle-aged man pushed a file toward Mo Fei and handed him the fountain pen as well.

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