After the effort just now, Bai Fu's envisioned mysterious persona was thoroughly established in the players' hearts, and her identity as a member of the Wildfire Gang, which the players at the Abandoned Cooling Factory considered a negative, was replaced by that of an undercover.
From now on, she just had to slowly perfect this mysterious character based on the discussions in the forums, as well as her own future planning.
But Bai Fu's actual gains were more than just that.
For her, the most valuable thing at this stage was the sense of guilt the players felt toward her.
Because of their guilt, she would no longer just be a "vase" in the eyes of the players; because of their guilt, she could more conveniently order the players around.
This act was really worth it.
Bai Fu returned home in high spirits, actually holding several trump cards she hadn't used yet.
How to quickly create a character that is impressive and likable?
Besides endlessly elevating the character's prestige, the simplest routine is to create misunderstandings and sacrifice!
Take an example.
There's a female character in the game, mysterious and beautiful, yet from the moment she appears, all sorts of information hint that she's a villain. As the story progresses, when players are in dire straits, she makes the most splendid and grand self-sacrifice to clear the path to the ultimate victory for the players.
If you then add some detailed character development on top of this base, the final effect is absolutely poignant, with every blow striking deep into the players' hearts and the planners' equine hide; the players can't help but be profoundly impressed.
However, Bai Fu was just thinking about this for now; her power wasn't enough to support her being so reckless.
"An Ya, come out for dinner."
"Ah, boss, do we really not need to deal with those outsiders and the people who called them?"
"It's okay, they will handle it for us, let's eat first."
...
At nine o'clock in the evening.
Beside a dilapidated giant water tank, a man in a white tank top raised his hand to look at the well-aged watch.
"It's this time already? If everything goes well, Bai Fu should be dead by now."
For this task, that person gave him 2000 yuan; he thought he'd have to put in quite a bit of effort, but it turned out that with just 500, he successfully bought off an outsider, pocketing a profit of 1500 straight away, earning like crazy.
He had to say, those outsiders were adorably stupid.
They dared to take on any task and cooperate with anyone; didn't they worry at all that they might be silenced after completing the task?
Kid, today I'll teach you a good lesson, let you know what's called the peril of society!
The man in the white tank top shook his leg in pleasure.
A few minutes later, Follower of Fu entered his field of vision.
Back already, these outsiders are as trustworthy as the rumors say.
The man in the white tank top walked towards him with a grin, but after just a few steps, he realized something was amiss.
Follower of Fu wasn't alone; he was followed by four outsiders, each of them exuding an aura of murder, looking as if someone owed them a million bucks.
"What do you guys want to do?"
The man in the white tank top inexplicably tensed up, feeling that something was seriously wrong.
"What do you think I want to do?" Follower of Fu sneered coldly. "There's no need to be polite with such a scoundrel, let's all get on him!"
He charged and threw a handful of lime.
Watch out; this is Fufu's battle tactic!
Before the man in the white tank top could react, the Dragon of Catastrophe quickly entangled him in a makeshift net.
"Do him in!"
Patrick shouted, and the others started smashing vigorously with their clubs.
One blow, two blows, three blows, severe pain made the man in the white tank top flushed with warmth.
"You bunch of stinky beggars from the outside, daring to ambush me, I'll kill you!"
He vigorously struggled to break free from the net, glaring with bulging eyes, terrible in appearance like a man-eating devil.
However, before he could boast for a second, Digging Girl swiftly sprinkled the chili powder she'd hidden in advance.
"Cough cough cough..." A player standing nearby started coughing violently, "Digging Girl, aim properly, you even got me in the blast."
Digging Girl quickly waved her hands, "Next time for sure, next time for sure."
While they had the leisure to chat, the guy in the white tank top was about to explode.
His eyes hadn't even recovered from the lime attack, and now he'd been sprinkled with chili powder. What's next? Were these outsiders going to throw some salt and pepper on him too?
He had no intention to keep fighting. He stumbled back, running away. With his familiarity with the area, he still had a good chance to escape.
After he'd run a distance, the man in the white tank top turned back to talk tough.
"You bunch, just you wait, I'll get you sooner or later..."
He was cut off mid-sentence by a sudden cry of pain from his throat.
"Damn it, who the hell scattered nails on the ground?"
The sharp pain from the soles of his feet made the man in the white tank top lose his balance, and he thudded to the ground.
As his blurry vision made out several other players emerging from the darkness, he gradually understood everything.
Without a doubt, these nails had been secretly scattered by these outsiders.
Damn, the world is indeed a treacherous place!
They say outsiders value contracts so highly, claiming they would do their utmost to complete a task once accepted. Why did it not apply to him? He hadn't even made a move yet, and these outsiders were screwing him over like this. What was their bloody grudge?
He'd seen his fair share of fights, but such unscrupulous means were a first for him. If all outsiders were like this, the future of the Abandoned Cooling Factory was bleak!
"What the hell do you want?" The man in the white tank top struggled to his feet.
Awakening Fu Fu stomped over with a kick, "Speak! Who instructed you to hire me to kill someone?"
A man can be killed, but not humiliated!
The man in the white tank top had intended to say just that, but upon seeing the lime in Awakening Fu Fu's hand, he quickly cowered.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, stop hitting me, it was Wildfire Gang's logistics director, Cao Wenliang, he forced me to do it!"
While Awakening Fu Fu was roughing up the man in the white tank top, Patrick didn't utter a single word throughout, just staring with gleaming eyes.
Although these tactics were quite despicable, they were undeniably effective!
If they had fought the Elite Monster using normal combat methods, at least a few of their ten people would have likely perished, and with bad luck, they could've even faced a total wipeout. Not like now, where they only suffered some superficial injuries.
Is this really how you play the game?
Before, he had been pondering over which profession to choose, which leveling strategy to adopt, completely restricted by the games he used to play.
A free game should be played in the freest way possible!
At this moment, something seemed to awaken within Patrick.
...
At night, in the logistics department office of the Wildfire Gang, a knock sounded.
"Come in."
The door opened, and a person rushed in frantically.
Cao Wenliang put down his cup of water, "Is Bai Fu dead?"
The newcomer shook their head hastily, "No, not dead. It's the guys we sent out who are dead. Someone saw them get beaten to death by a group of outsiders."
"What?" Cao Wenliang stood up abruptly, his square face showing a terrifying aggression, "How did he provoke those outsiders?"
The person replied tremblingly, "We don't know."
"Useless, completely useless! If you can't even handle this minor thing, what good are you?"
Cao Wenliang smashed the cup to pieces with a punch, then strode angrily toward the door.
"Director, where are you..."
"I'm going to see the boss. Damn it, I want those outsiders dead!"
Cao Wenliang was fuming with rage.
Although he couldn't figure out why these outsiders had suddenly become so vicious, he had come up with another strategy.
Since hiring outsiders to kill Bai Fu had failed, he would send Bai Fu to fight those outsiders himself.
If I can't kill you, I'll take your last name!