Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 108 An Interlude in Front of the Art Museum

Two young people barged into the tranquil tea room.

The two people, a man and a woman, both bore a striking resemblance to Huang Li, with their features bearing about 70% similarity.

The person in the lead was wearing a gray hooded sleeveless sweatshirt, revealing his well-defined shoulders.

She wore a pair of eye-catching shorts, with her calves exposed.

It's worth noting that it snowed in Beicheng just two days ago. This whole outfit indirectly suggests that this person's physical attributes are definitely not low.

Huang Li said, "Huang Cen! You're here. This is the bodyguard I chose for you two. You're going to that [Art Gallery] game instance, right? I found someone who can protect you."

Huang Cen scoffed, "Protect us? Don't be ridiculous. I know everyone in Beicheng well; there's no one particularly strong in this skill range. Dad, you've been fooled, haven't you?"

Huang Li was slightly shaken by these words.

Yang Hui took out his official personnel identification from inside the lining and said, "Level 15, official member of the third team. May I ask if I can be your bodyguard?"

Huang Ying emerged from behind him, dressed in a gothic style, her chest rising and falling slightly, with short hair and black lips. She was chewing gum and blowing a pink bubble.

A flash of white light appeared in her eyes, and with a pop, the bubble burst. In that instant, Huang Ying's eyes changed, and different colors appeared on the edges of each person's eyes.

She can see everyone's emotions.

Huang Li's green was slightly awkward, Huang Cen's purple was shaken and shocked, and the older sister sitting in the seat was relaxed orange.

Yang Hui, who presented his identification, exuded confidence in a golden glow!

Huang Cen subconsciously cast a probing glance at his younger sister, Huang Ying, who nodded slightly.

Holy crap! It's actually true!

Huang Cen forced himself to remain calm and said, "Ah! Of course, being a full-time or official staff member is fine."

He felt a little upset. He had originally intended to give him a hard time, but instead, he was the one who was overwhelmed in terms of momentum.

Yang Hui slightly extended his hand: "Since your son doesn't trust my abilities, I can demonstrate them to you."

"Hey! I didn't say that! I said yes!" Huang Cen panicked and looked at his father.

Pop! The pink bubble burst again.

Huang Ying clearly saw that Huang Cen was enveloped in a circle of panicked blue, while Yang Hui's golden light, representing confidence, shone even brighter.

She took a big step to the side and made way for the doorway, already prepared for her foolish brother to be knocked flying.

Whoosh!

In Huang Cen's eyes, Yang Hui's figure suddenly turned into a black line as he lowered his center of gravity and assumed a stance to engage the enemy.

Yang Hui instantly covered several meters, and a dark shadow loomed large before his eyes, finally stopping on his eyelashes, causing a gust of wind to rise.

Huang Cen's hands were numb and his fingertips were icy cold. Throughout the entire process, he did not find a single opportunity to retaliate, or rather, he was too slow to act, like a toy in someone else's palm.

Huang Cen's eyes widened, and cold sweat broke out.

Yang withdrew his hand and said calmly, "If you are still not satisfied, you can wait until you are ready."

Huang Cen was then angry at his own reaction, leaving behind the words, "All you do is use brute force!" and turning away.

Huang Ying chewed her gum, turned around and followed, saying, "7 PM tonight, Beicheng Art Museum, see you there, handsome~"

After the two left, Huang Li immediately gave a thumbs up: "Mr. Yang really knows how to handle things! That's how it should be done! I can't control these two! It's better to be taught a lesson by our own people than to be taught a lesson by others outside."

Yang Hui sat back down: "Let's talk about their vocabulary abilities instead."

"Huang Cen is on the high-attribute path, particularly obsessed with his muscle strength. He even started a channel to teach others how to work out. I don't understand it; it's just something young people do."

"Huang Ying's entry effect is that it allows you to see other people's emotional color in an instant."

"Oh?" Yang Hui stroked his chin. "The color of emotions?"

"That's what Huang Ying said. I'm over fifty years old, and I don't really understand the terms. I was taught by an employee." Huang Li sighed, feeling somewhat like a failure as a father.

Yang Hui nodded in understanding: "Now that we've agreed on a price, I will do my best."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yang. I've already transferred the 20 deposit to your card. The remaining 20 will be credited to your account immediately after the mission is successfully completed."

Yang Hui shook hands with Huang Li again.

Yang Hui, with Tang Siya in his arms, rode off on a motorcycle, leaving everyone else in the dust.

Huang Li saw the guests off at the door. As he watched the two disappear at the intersection, he thought to himself: This person is bound to achieve great things in the future. Putting aside everything else, the fact that he can be so close to the head of the medical department of the Administration Bureau shows that his background must be extraordinary.

If you can win them over, that would be best; if not, you should still try your best to maintain a good relationship.

888.

It was still early, and the sun was about to set, so Tang Siya took Yang Hui to the most luxurious rooftop restaurant in the northern part of the city, "Glass Onion".

She arranged the best spot, with a pristine white tablecloth, neatly folded tissues, and carnations in a vase in the center.

Tang Siya and Xu Qinglan didn't even have to go to this much trouble to come here for a meal.

The wine glasses clinked together, making a clattering sound like money.

"Congratulations on landing this job." Tang Siya took a sip.

One of them was going to ride a motorcycle, and the other had to start work at 7 p.m. tonight, so they were drinking fruit tea.

Yang Hui said gratefully, "I still want to thank Sister Ya. She's been so kind to me. I really don't know how to repay her."

"You're welcome. Treat me to dinner next time." Tang Siya was very generous; she had already decided to play the long game.

The right approach is to boil the frog in lukewarm water. What if pressing too hard at once scares Yang Hui away?

"No problem, I'll treat next time. I'll treat you this time too." Yang Hui agreed very simply.

"No need, it's just one meal. If you insist on treating me, then treat me to a few more meals. I'm always available."

Yang Hui nodded in agreement and chatted with Tang Siya for a while, but the conversation eventually turned to Huang Li.

"He doesn't seem as simple as he appears to be just a restaurant businessman."

Tang Siya shook her glass and said, "You can get a sense of him from his age. He's over fifty, which happened to coincide with the turbulent era when that game instance had just arrived. At that time, he didn't dare to unlock any entries and could only honestly guard his family business."

"Times have changed, but he can't keep up. He sees things clearly and doesn't force anything. It's a wise choice. He only hopes that his descendants will have the power to protect themselves and the Huang family."

Having received this reminder, Yang Hui understood and raised his glass to clink glasses: "Thank you, Sister Ya, for clearing up my confusion."

After the two finished their meal.

Tang Siya dropped Yang off near the Beicheng Art Museum. Without much small talk, she turned on the gas and drove off decisively.

Yang Hui looked up slightly, and a huge orange countdown timer stood on the art museum.

Countdown to the opening of the D-level game instance: 00:29:59.

He put his hands in his suit trouser pockets and walked toward the door where they met.

As I turned the corner, I heard an argument taking place in front of the art museum.

"We're members of the Crimson Flame Clan! Are you sure you don't want us to come in?"

The people blocking the way, dressed in matching suits, said, "This game instance has already been purchased and is not open to the public."

"So what if you have a little money? Call your master out! With so much money, lend some to the brothers."

People around him chimed in. Yang Hui observed that there were about twenty people, holding steel pipes and other weapons.

At this moment, Huang Ying opened the door and crawled out of the art museum, looking around. She had sharp eyes and spotted Yang Hui, waving at him.

"This chick's pretty good! Gothic girl! Wild! Hot! She even waved at me! She's definitely got her eye on me!"

"Can you take a piss and look at yourself? Half your head is bald, your mouth and eyes are crooked, you have puffy eyes and a nasal nose. She's definitely waving at me!"

"Who can say for sure about matters of the heart?"

"Hey! Alright! Stop chatting! I'll just wave my hand and force my way in. As long as the countdown ends and we successfully enter the game instance, we'll get the experience points. Whoever gets caught by the Administration Bureau afterward is just unlucky."

The bald man who spoke had a scorpion tattooed on the back of his head, making him look fierce and intimidating.

He seemed to be the leader; he spoke with great authority, and everyone agreed with him.

They were just waiting for his order.