Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Once back inside the juice bar, she beckoned to two other employees, who simultaneously turned expressionless.

She held the photo she had secretly taken from the frame and pointed at the boy in it.

"Please help me find this person; he works here."

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Ah Chao walked briskly, holding a soft little cake in his hand.

He found the last snack at the bottom of the snack box and prepared to send it to his grandmother, Guoguo.

Passing by Bai Weiran's table, I glanced at it curiously.

"…Brother Weiran, what's wrong?"

Forgetting about Tai Guoguo for a second, she lay down on the partition next to Bai Weiran.

"Why are you frowning? Is there a bug? Tell me and let me fix it."

Bai Weiran, who was stroking his chin, shook his head.

"No, it's not a bug."

"But what I'm thinking is—the market is truly unpredictable."

"...How so?"

Bai Weiran was thinking about the game he was making in the mission world.

He originally thought that the game was doomed, utterly doomed, and even apologized to Han Di.

Who would have thought that the game recently launched its beta test and its popularity skyrocketed?

Players even gathered in front of the Han family's house, angrily holding up a banner that read: "How can you sleep at your age if you don't play games?!"

The three hundred people are now very excited. Led by Dawei, they are working overtime and eager to launch the new version.

In the past, hitting someone in real life would only get you condemned and landed you in jail. Now, games that involve hitting people are surprisingly popular, and players are even begging you to make more.

Ah Chao was speechless after hearing his brief explanation.

"There's a game like this? Players just get beaten up, random players are the strongest. How can such a terrible experience be popular? Is it by Sting? Wei Ran, give me the name, I'll go buy it and try it out."

"...No, it was developed independently by my friend and is sold locally; it's not available online."

Ah Chao was disappointed, but he quickly thought of another possibility.

"Brother Weiran, everyone says that things have to be in line with human nature to become a hit. I think the game's success is also inseparable from the influence of the environment. It sounds like it's set in a foreign country, with gangs in control. Think about it, residents living under gang control are bound to hate gangs. Who would like gangs?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Weiran exclaimed "Ah!" and suddenly realized what was going on.

That makes sense.

If you follow your original idea and try to make it, it might actually flop.

The residents of Anda City are fed up with the gangs, and now a game has been released where you play as a gangster beating up the residents. How can the residents possibly identify with the gangsters?!

They will also feel resistant.

Only people living in such a harmonious environment would want to play the role of a gangster for fun, driven by a sense of curiosity.

Now, by doing the opposite, the residents of Anda are very receptive to it.

On this road, regardless of age or gender, anyone can come over and beat up the gangsters. Is there anything more satisfying than that?

Bai Weiran thought of this and couldn't help but shake his head in amazement.

As expected, all sudden surges in popularity are unpredictable; the market is like a mad dog, difficult to control.

Just as he was marveling at this, Guoguo came running over, babbling away.

"My son, Achao! It's going to hail from the sky!!"

"...?"

"………………!?"

Ah Chao was an honest man. He quickly looked outside and saw that the sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Hesitant to speak.

"Guoguo, have you been working too hard lately? Your eyes aren't looking good, you should go see an ophthalmologist."

Guoguo rolled her eyes in anger after hearing this.

"...Was I really talking about hail? Shen Dingchao, can't you use your imagination? Wake up—this is a metaphor, an analogy. Have you forgotten all the basics your Chinese teacher taught you, even if you taught a computer science professor?"

Ah Chao honestly replied, "If I could, I would like to. I might as well use my talent for language arts to develop some professional skills, which would help me go further."

Bai Weiran intervened just before Guoguo was about to jump up and berate the science students for being arrogant.

"So what happened?"

Guoguo glared at Achao, then reluctantly let him go.

"It's that juice bar downstairs; they're having a free tasting event."

Ah Chao was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

"You mean that juice shop downstairs? I don't believe you!"

The juice bar downstairs is on everyone's blacklist.

It was notorious within the Shih Le Company, and only naive newbies would buy from it. Anyone who had stayed for a year would unanimously despise that juice bar.

They sell for more than other stores, use more concentrated juice, and the owner is extremely stingy, offering no promotions or discounts.

But office buildings have a large flow of people, and company employees come and go. With people coming and going, there's no shortage of scammers targeting employees.

"Really, it's being done downstairs right now! Come with me and see for yourself."

"Okay! Let's go!!" Ah Chao was full of enthusiasm.

Bai Weiran didn't want to go, but Guoguo pulled him along.

"Experts say that sitting at your desk for more than six hours a day without moving is just as harmful to your health as smoking and drinking every day!"

Guoguo's sharp rebuke made Bai Weiran stand up.

As soon as they got downstairs, they saw two girls in aprons handing out juices from trays in front of the juice bar. The juice bar, which is usually not crowded, had a long queue and a huge crowd today.

Not only were there free samples, but the juice bar also had a buy-one-get-one-free promotion posted at the entrance.

Guoguo pulled Bai Weiran aside and whispered to her.

"My son, look, I've been here for so long and I've never seen it on sale. Have you ever seen it on sale?"

Bai Weiran shook his head. "It really is amazing."

This is the first time he has joined the World Music Association.

Ah Chao leaned over to join the conversation, "...Did the boss suffer some kind of shock?"

I think it's possible—

The two whispered to each other right in front of Bai Weiran, oblivious to everyone else. Bai Weiran then remembered that she had been here not long ago.

It was the day that Senior Sister Mu came to his company to find him.

Qin Ning was so angry that she rushed downstairs to arrest the person.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly.

Standing at the store entrance, the female shop assistant, with a warm smile but a blank stare, scanned the lobby like a searchlight.

When he saw Bai Weiran, he blinked his big eyes, took two steps back to Sim's side, and nudged him with his elbow.

Sim looked in the direction she pointed and easily recognized Bai Weiran.

She is instantly recognizable, with almost no changes to her appearance or photos.

But Sim also slowly frowned.

Compared to her photos, she has an indescribable charm in person, subtly connecting her to someone she knows.

Without thinking much, she gestured for the female shop assistant to follow and walked over to the three of them.

"Everyone, this is our new product. Please try it."

"It's made from pure fruit, with a blend of various flavors—"

Guoguo and Achao stopped talking at the same time as they approached, exchanging a guilty glance.

The person being discussed came to them of their own accord.

Feeling guilty, the two gave an awkward laugh, and simultaneously picked up the paper cups from the tray, saying thank you.

Only Bai Weiran kept his head down, scrolling through his phone.

Sim took the initiative to approach Bai Weiran.

As she drew closer, the sense of familiarity grew stronger—

"Please try our new product."

As soon as Bai Weiran looked up, he immediately recognized the person in front of him—wasn't this the girl who shouted "Ice and Snow Fairy" in the center of the mall that day?

My clothes were very ordinary today, but my expression seemed a bit off.

She offered him a taste, but her brows were furrowed, and she showed none of the usual enthusiasm of a shop assistant, her expression scrutinizing him.

He was immediately puzzled and wary.

"No, thank you."

Sim realized his expression was off, so he quickly lowered his head, then raised it again with a polite smile.

"...If you can correctly guess all the fruits used in it, you'll also receive a free medium-sized juice today."

But once Bai Weiran becomes suspicious, he won't easily change his mind.

“I’m not interested in this. You can give it to someone else.”

He directly demonstrated the indifference and alienation of urban workers through his actions, ignoring Sim and walking right past her, intending to call Guoguo and Achao upstairs.

Sim was after him, and now that he's here, how can they let him go so easily?

He squinted, turned sideways, patted his shoulder with one hand, and then swung it in front of him, repeating the same trick.