Inside the Tree-Ring Bar, Ren Ye considered for a long moment before speaking softly to Brother Huang. "A First Tier Double S-Rank Star Gate, with a Player faction already established inside-we can't take this lightly. I need a good helper, or going in will just get me killed."
"Here's what we'll do. You head back to Qingliang Prefecture first." Brother Huang paused. "I have some friends in the Capital, too. I'll go make a couple of calls and pick out a few capable First Tier brothers. We'll see if they can go in with you."
"Strictly voluntary, okay?" Ren Ye didn't refuse, but reminded him, "This is a personal matter, and it's extremely dangerous. No guilt-tripping anyone."
"Do I need a political lecture from you?" Brother Huang was speechless. "Fuck, where were these lofty moral standards when you were conning me?"
"Well, you're my big brother, aren't you?"
"I'm your daddy." Brother Huang was already immune to this sort of flattery.
After a brief exchange, Ren Ye prepared to return to the Qingliang Prefecture Star Gate.
"Wait, Ren."
Just then, a young member of the New Year's Watchers who was helping hold the fat man and the others called from the hallway, "The guy you brought in just now says he needs to speak to you urgently."
Ren Ye froze for a moment, then walked over.
In a temporary holding room on the first basement level of the Tree-Ring Bar.
The fat man gripped the metal bars with both hands, his chubby face wedged into a gap, and bared his teeth as he called to the approaching Ren Ye, "Boss! Boss...!"
"You sure know how to sweet-talk." Ren Ye was speechless.
"Boss, give me an extra five hundred Star Source a day, and I'll even call you Daddy."
"...Spit