Chapter 383: Chapter 325: Accusation, Truth, and Misunderstanding
It’s kind of funny when you think about it.
Normally, when someone gets a hover propulsion device, they should immediately wear it like Li Zheng did, so they can use it whenever they need to.
However, Misaka Tsuchiemon, because he was wearing a large kimono, found that adding a flying device not only affected his appearance but also hindered his movement, so he kept it in a capsule and only took it out when he couldn’t stand up to Jiang Bingyao anymore.
When he flew up and saw that Jiang Bingyao also took out a flying tool, he was truly scared into a cold sweat.
Misaka Tsuchiemon instinctively wanted to use his metal manipulation ability to affect the flying skateboard but realized his remaining Genetic Force couldn’t support this operation, so he had to give up.
Jiang Bingyao was also bitterly complaining; his Genetic Force was almost exhausted, and the flying skateboard he took out now wasn’t as easy to use as the hover propulsion device.
Although their speeds were comparable, the flight altitude was far inferior to the hover propulsion device.
The only advantage of the flying skateboard was that its energy consumption was significantly lower than that of the hover propulsion device.
The two players specializing in close combat were once again at a stalemate; neither of them was in the habit of preparing long-range weapons, so they just floated in the air staring at each other.
"Get down here!" Jiang Bingyao shouted while secretly contacting others.
"Come up here!" Misaka Tsuchiemon was also secretly contacting someone.
"If you’re a man, come down and keep fighting me!"
"I’m a man, but I’m not coming down. If you’re so capable, come up here and do something to me!"
Jiang Bingyao furiously shouted, "You sissy with your delicate skin, get down here and let me punch you to death with two hits!"
Misaka Tsuchiemon, though a bit short, had a face that most men envied, enough to charm countless girls, only slightly inferior to Li Zheng.
Plus, with his meticulous skincare, his facial skin was more delicate and fair than many women, indeed giving him a somewhat delicate demeanor.
Those words from Jiang Bingyao really hit a sore spot for Misaka Tsuchiemon, and he cursed furiously, "Ugly thing, are you jealous that I look better than you? With this face, I can outshine you by ten streets, what can you do about it?"
"Damn it, pretty boy, come down and take your death!" Jiang Bingyao tried hard to propel the flying skateboard, but couldn’t rise even a bit, so he could only watch from afar.
"Ugly thing, I’m not playing with you anymore, bye-bye!" Misaka Tsuchiemon laughed and turned to control the hover propulsion device towards the doorway above.
"Trying to escape?" Jiang Bingyao took out the Compass, and as soon as Misaka Tsuchiemon passed through the light screen, he activated it and gave chase again.
None of the prey he targeted had ever escaped from him, and it was definitely not going to start with Misaka Tsuchiemon.
Misaka Tsuchiemon passed through the light screen and nervously looked around, only finding a computer used for studying blueprints and no danger; he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His Original Force was now nearly depleted, significantly reducing his combat power, so another fight would not favor him.
But just then, Jiang Bingyao appeared again, and the two of them stared wide-eyed at each other, one above and one below.
"Stubborn fool!" Misaka Tsuchiemon cursed under his breath but kept pondering.
The Stealing Country fellows suddenly appeared on channel sixty-seven to kill, and they found him—could it be that they discovered he was one of the people who looted room N last night?
Seeing that Jiang Bingyao couldn’t do anything to him for the time being, Misaka Tsuchiemon simply ignored Jiang Bingyao’s taunts and opened a private chat connection with Banquan Longma.
"Banquan-san, they found me from room N."
Banquan Longma, who also had eyes on channel sixty-seven, had already heard about the Stealing Country players’ murder here.
But what he didn’t understand was why room N, after having his underlings looted first, would send people to channel sixty-seven to cause chaos, which made it look less like they had discovered the looters’ true identity.
By logic, even if room N knew it wasn’t the Western players who looted them, shouldn’t they suspect him in retaliation?
Why would they go after Misaka Tsuchiemon first?
Unless they didn’t know the looters’ true identity!
At that moment, Banquan Longma suddenly realized he had been fooled!
The players who looted his subordinates were not from the Stealing Country, but someone else framing them!
"Despicable Dragon Country people!" Banquan Longma instantly pieced together the key to the situation.
The way room N saw through the looters as non-Western players was simple: their height and body type!
Banquan Longma felt a bit frustrated; why hadn’t he noticed such an obvious flaw?
Western people are usually tall and robust—not tall, then mainly muscular.
If the people who robbed his underlings were indeed from the Stealing Country, they wouldn’t be foolish enough to pretend to be Western players, but rather should frame another Asian country.
The best target for framing, without a doubt, would be the Dragon Country, who had a long-standing feud with Mud Furnace!
Yet those robbers didn’t do that and instead spoke accented English, pointing the finger back at the Stealing Country.
What was infuriating was that the Dragon Country’s means this time were quite clever, and he hadn’t realized it right away.
Now, even more so, he’s given them what they wanted and thoroughly offended the Stealing Country’s room N organization.
"Wait a minute!" Banquan Longma suddenly frowned and privately messaged a subordinate, telling him to investigate a certain player’s background.
Unfortunately, being in the Matrix rather than on Earth meant people’s pasts weren’t easily searchable, and his subordinate soon reported back rather pessimistically.
That is, the player who provided them with the "warehouse management" information from room N might not be from the Stealing Country but a player from the Dragon Country in disguise!
Since the three countries’ writing systems have the same origins, their names are all in Chinese characters!
Among them, besides the uniquely styled names of Nihong Country, which are easily recognizable, Dragon Country and Stealing Country names are essentially indistinguishable to Mud Furnace people.
Plus, the so-called "Stealing Country traitor" contacted them using fluent circular language, leading them to initially assume it was a Stealing Country individual.
"The terminal translation has led me astray!" Banquan Longma looked skyward at a forty-five-degree angle, overwhelmed with sorrow.
Misaka Tsuchiemon, not receiving a response from Banquan Longma for a while, also began to ponder.
Why, when both masterminds behind the looting, was he the only one room N found, and no person was sent to the Mud Furnace players more concentrated on channels twenty-three and twenty-four?
Unless someone betrayed him!
Misaka Tsuchiemon’s heart tightened, suddenly realizing that given Banquan Longma’s plan to frame the Western players, why would he partner with someone of such different height and stature?
Just because their families had some secret connection before entering the Matrix, and Banquan Longma was taking him along for benefits?
Don’t kid around; if there were truly an opportunity to get rich, how could he consider an outsider like him?
So the answer was obvious: Banquan Longma had sinister intentions in inviting him to participate!
While those two quickly ran through countless thoughts, Jiang Bingyao was also busy.
Unable to catch up to or reach Misaka Tsuchiemon, he could only borrow a weapon from a colleague in room N who specialized in long-range attacks.
However, that person had always been at odds with him and knew that Jiang Bingyao was sent by Cheng Tianpu to carry out a mission, so they couldn’t wait to mess him up—would they lend him a weapon? No way!
So he could only search the trading hall, trying to find a suitable weapon for trade.
But everyone knows the atmosphere in the trading hall.
Trying to buy what you want in such a chaotic and overpriced place?
Maybe there was hope three days ago...
But now...
Now it’s just a time to reminisce.