Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 12

Kofi Link

“What nonsense are you talking about?” the female lover player retorted angrily. She was with Zhong Minglang simply because they were both players; it wasn’t as sordid as the brown-haired man had suggested. However, the female lover had no way to explain this to the NPCs and could only swallow her frustration, appearing all the more defensive.

The brown-haired man’s provocation had failed. Yan Ting, wrapped in a coat that revealed bare skin beneath, had bandages made from Lin Qiao’s shirt wrapped around his wounds. The red blood had already soaked through the bandages. Leaning back in his seat with his collar open, Yan Ting’s undried bloodstains traced the contours of his abdominal and chest muscles. He idly played with the gun in his hand. His face, pale from blood loss, wore a cold smile. “If they won’t listen to me, why would they listen to you?”

“Any one of my men who steps forward will first eliminate the unstable factors—namely, you.”

After hearing these words, Lin Qiao, standing beside Yan Ting, raised his head to observe the men in black suits. Indeed, they were thugs even in their suits. The suits, which should have represented civilization, did not bring them elegance or refinement; instead, they were like wild beasts in human clothing. Their adrenaline had surged after the incident in the town, and their ferocity was fully unleashed. Their gazes towards Lin Qiao were more blatant than before, and they would openly stare back when they noticed Lin Qiao looking at them, swallowing uncomfortably.

None of Yan Ting’s bodyguards were good-natured; they were a pack of wolves who only behaved like dogs when they were around Yan Ting. The brown-haired man’s actions were not only self-serving but also foolish. Seeing the bodyguards’ obedience to Yan Ting, he assumed he could control them just as Yan Ting did. In the face of the apocalyptic crisis, relationships between people were crumbling, which was far from good—especially the delicate balance between Yan Ting and his bodyguards.

If Yan Ting were present, the players only needed to consider how to cooperate with him. Even if they were cautious, it was about being wary of Yan Ting’s commands. But without Yan Ting, the remaining bodyguards, unrestrained and highly armed, would each want to replace Yan Ting as the leader. Could the players really be confident about controlling the situation?

Lin Qiao hoped the players would be smart enough not to be swayed. Fortunately, the passengers and other players finally realized that things were not so simple. Just now, they had only thought about how gaining power would make them safer without considering the possibility of failure or whether it would lead to a more dangerous and chaotic situation. With just a few words, Yan Ting had turned the tide. No one supported the brown-haired man, not even his NPC minions, who tried to smooth things over. The brown-haired man wanted to say more, but the bodyguard player timely interjected, “We don’t have much time left. Finish collecting the supplies and let people board quickly.” The brown-haired man had no choice but to back down, but Lin Qiao knew he wouldn’t give up easily.

As the last player took his seat, the plane began to take off. One of the passengers saw something outside the window: “Wait! Wait! There’s a car out there!” All the passengers looked out the window, but their faces turned pale in unison: “That’s… Damn it, tell the pilot to speed up! We absolutely can’t wait!”

“Will they crash into us? Why hasn’t the plane taken off yet? Lift up! Hurry up!”

Lin Qiao also looked out the window curiously. Indeed, a car was trying to ram the plane from the side. However, behind the car was a dense swarm of dark shadows, chasing after it like a school of fish in the ocean, overwhelming and thicker than the night itself. The shadows could have caught up, but they were deliberately using the last car as bait. The passengers in the car, unaware of this, honked frantically, but the plane did not stop and took off directly.

“Aaaaah!” The passengers’ screams of despair and frustration in the car were drowned out by the noise of the plane taking off. The shadows, realizing the plane had no intention of stopping, immediately accelerated and engulfed the car. They overlapped densely, trying to pile themselves higher. Fortunately, the plane was up to the task. The pilot seemed to have sensed something and increased speed. The shadows just missed the ascending plane, like a towering wave that fell back into the sea.

The passengers burst into cheers, relieved that they were not the ones being chased by the shadows. Once the plane was flying smoothly, Yan Ting led the group to first class, and the doctor player was also called in. Yan Ting needed treatment, and the doctor player, due to his role, had acquired the corresponding skills. After the diagnosis, he said with difficulty, “We don’t have much anesthetic, and the bullets need to be removed.”

“Removing the bullets will cause bleeding. Mr. Yan Ting has already lost a lot of blood. We probably don’t have any blood packs, nor can we find someone on the plane to match blood types.”

The female lover’s expression changed subtly, and some of the men in black suits looked at the two lovers. Lin Qiao realized something: “System…”

The system rarely spoke, always seeming non-existent, but it always responded when Lin Qiao called out: [Mmm.]

So Lin Qiao raised his small arm and said to the doctor player, “Use my blood. I have the same blood type as my master.”

The doctor player was a bit surprised, as was the bodyguard player, but the female lover let out a sigh of relief. No wonder her identity card specifically mentioned that her blood type matched Yan Ting’s—so this was the purpose?

With the solar anomaly and the apocalyptic escape, even if the situation was sudden, Yan Ting had to bring the two lovers along. The players had long realized that Yan Ting did not seem like the type to be “love-struck.” Now they understood the purpose of bringing the lovers. They were mobile blood packs, and perhaps the organs and internal organs of the lovers also highly matched Yan Ting’s. Thinking back to the brown-haired man’s words, the bodyguards’ gazes at Lin Qiao, and the bodyguards’ reactions when it came to blood transfusion, it seemed that it was not just about being a “mobile blood pack” or “mobile organ donor.” It might also be a way for Yan Ting to reward his subordinates and maintain relationships—love props?

Lin Qiao was still holding up his fair arm, even a bit anxiously: “Please use my blood. My master was injured while protecting me. I am willing to be used by my master.”

The doctor player pushed his glasses up. He seemed to want to say something to Lin Qiao but swallowed it back and turned to Yan Ting instead, asking, “Do you also think so?”

Yan Ting’s gaze swept over the female player, but Lin Qiao tugged at Yan Ting’s sleeve: “Use mine.”

“Use mine,” Lin Qiao went over and hugged Yan Ting, but did not dare to use much strength because of his wounds: “I am willing.”

Yan Ting looked down at Lin Qiao’s head and said, “Using a large amount of blood will affect your health.”

In the apocalypse, losing strength and becoming weak could be fatal.

“But my master will protect me,” the male lover said with a face full of love, even though his master was in a precarious situation at the moment.

In the end, the doctor player still drew blood from Lin Qiao. The female lover was quite grateful. While Yan Ting was being treated, she found a piece of clothing from her supplies for Lin Qiao. It was a pink sweater with two cute cat patterns on it.

After having his blood drawn, Lin Qiao felt a bit sleepy. He put on the sweater and asked, “Did you get clothes for my master?”

The female lover: “…”