50 Guns calm countenance changed to an angry countenance. He said, "That reckless son of a sow created a big problem and perished. If I could resurrect him, I would make sure he suffers a lot."
Old Curler sighed. She said, "If he were here, he would be disappointed to hear you say this."
50 Guns raised his right eyebrow at Old Curler. He asked, "What do you mean?"
"You have constantly complained about there being a few special characters detected to liberate humanity from this game. Merlin_13 bought into your ideas, and he had the balls to do something about it, unlike you," Old Curler explained, looking straight at 50 Guns.
50 Guns smacked the table with both hands, sharply rising to his feet. He raised his voice at Old Curler, "You dare insult me."
Old Curler burst out with uncontrollable laughter, laughing mockingly at 50 Guns. 50 Guns wasn't going to tolerate her mockery. He grabbed the air and pulled out a brown-on-black mottled revolver. He aimed it at Old Curler.
"Stop!" Lady Flux yelled angrily.
50 Guns' revolver deteriorated like metal soaked into acids in his grip. He let the fragments drop to the table surface. He felt a presence at the other end of the table. He looked over and saw an undead creature clad in gothic body armour looking at him. The creature's eyes in the helmet glowed green, reflecting 50 Guns' image.
The undead creature was Lady Flux's summoned creature. She was an S-rank necromancer. The summoned creature was also S-rank. 50 Guns glared at the summoned undead.
With an assertive tone, Lady Flux said to 50 Guns, "Sit down!"
50 Guns turned his glare at Lady Flux.
"Sit down!" Ladr Flux ordered once more.
50 Guns glared at Old Curler, who had stared back with a wide mocking smile on her face. 50 Guns reluctantly settled back into his seat.
Lady Flux scowled at Old Curler and 50 Guns before she said, "You two are insufferable. If it weren't for the fact that we are in a precarious situation, I wouldn't like to work with you lot."
50 Guns bowed slightly and said, "Forgive my manners, Lady Flux."
He regained his calm demeanour, looking like he hadn't lost it some moments ago.
Lady Flux continued from where she stopped. She said, "As I said, we have been stretched thin to adequately deal with potential troublemakers. We have to rearrange the distribution of capable personnel and resources."
She looked at Old Curler, and she said, "Oldy, you will have to end your operations in Section 3."
Old Curler and 50 Guns expressed their shock with the decision.
Lady Flux continued, "50 Guns will join you on the Clue Finder crew."
50 Guns furrowed his brows, clearly confused about the decision. Old Curler also bore a similar expression. If both of them joined the Clue Finder crew, there would be three Super S-rank characters on the crew. The Super S-rank was a rank in the S-rank rankings. Lady Flux was suspected to be above this rank. Apart from her tremendous power, there was no proof that she was above Super S-rank.
Lady Flux said, "I will leave the Clue Finder crew to oversee all the matters concerning Section 1, Section 2 and Section 3. I have powerful items that will assist me in conducting day-to-day operations."
She smiled and half-jokingly said, "Who knows, I might conquer and claim Section 3 for humanity while you guys are away."
Old Curler and 50 Guns didn't find her joke amusing. Instead, they eyed her suspiciously. They suspected that the pale lady before them was no longer on the same rank as them. They felt the urgency to level up their powers before she would widen the gap.
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Ivan woke up 5 mins before 7pm. He had fallen into a deep sleep after he fell asleep some minutes before 3pm. He checked his phone to see that he had four missed calls when he was asleep. Moreover, there were more than 10 messages from the group chat he and his friends had created. Roger and the ladies had been complaining that Ivan didn't pick up his calls. The messages happened 10 minutes ago.
Ivan texted: Hey, guys, I'm up. Just napping, that was why I didn't take the calls. You guys like to worry over nothing.
Roger texted: Good, you have resurrected. It's almost 7pm, we have got to get going, or else the restaurant will give out our table.
Chioma texted: I'm already dressed.
Daiyu replied to Chioma's text: Hope you didn't dress like you're going for a ball, Cinderella.
Chioma and Daiyu were the ladies among the four friends. Chioma was a light-skinned beauty, and she was the shortest person among the four. Daiyu was beautiful, with pale skin, and she looked like a southwest Asian.
Ivan texted: See you guys in ten minutes.
He dropped his phone and went into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Ten minutes later, Chioma, Daiyu, Ivan and Roger were all seated at the table close to a sidewalk on the street. They chatted and laughed. Roger was busy with the food, most of the time. Chioma had the habit of picking on Roger. Roger had quick wits, so his retorts were fire. The relationship between the two was like a sibling rivalry.
Roger said to Chioma, "Chi, if you would take a liking to eating frequently like me, you wouldn't be below five feet."
Chioma was stunned. She was dumbstruck. Ivan and Daiyu sympathetically expressed, "Oof."
Chioma couldn't muster a comeback. She bit her lips and said, "Nice one, Roger. You won tonight. My comeback will burn. Better watch out for it."
Roger asked, "Your comeback? By chance are you insinuating that you will grow a few inches taller?"
Roger laughed and choked on the steak in his mouth. Chioma was so elated at Roger's misfortune that she burst into laughter while clapping her hands. Ivan rushed to Roger's side and offered him a bottle of water to clear his throat. Roger gulped down some water, and his airways were cleared.
Roger was embarrassed. He didn't dare look at Chioma, who was still laughing.