Chapter 956 - 793: Investigating Gabriel. Tapioca Burn at the Arena

Chapter 956: Chapter 793: Investigating Gabriel. Tapioca Burn at the Arena

The Tata Battle Team’s command center erupted in cheers.

Under the leadership of Tata War God, the team secured their first victory in the professional team tournament, marking the inaugural presentation of the Druid’s formidable strength to global players. Though their opponent was merely a third-tier European team, this victory was crucial for boosting Tata’s morale.

Yet, under Chun’s dominance on trending topics, Tata’s victory seemed insignificant. Especially considering Chun was supposed to be imprisoned in the Empire, but his wheelchair was equipped with a Divine Artifact-level cannon, sparking intense speculation and discussion among global players.

Despite knowing that Chun’s strength was leagues above his own, Tata War God’s heart was filled with an inexplicable mix of fear and envy. Yet, in Tata’s mind, Chun was always just one rank stronger, and as long as Chun remained imprisoned, Tata believed he could catch up and surpass him.

At that moment, Tata received a text message from Alpha.

Tata immediately logged onto the dark web to get in touch: "I’m here!"

Alpha said, "I’ve been suspecting something’s up with Gabriel these past few days; even the Empire’s drug supervision NPC officials are investigating Gabriel. Her absence in the tournament confirms my suspicions that she might not be on some task, but actually unable to appear!"

Tata got excited: "We’ve pretty much equipped our Black Iron City baguettes, so should we rush out of the slums and test them?"

Alpha replied, "Exactly! Gabriel’s baton unit has less training time. In a real fight, they aren’t likely to be a match for our elite slum team. Let’s defeat them and see if Gabriel shows up!"

Tata was excited: "Understood! Why is the NPC investigating Gabriel?"

Alpha said, "I’m still scouting, but it’s probably related to Gabriel’s abuse of privileges, and the only one worth the Ten Lords abusing privileges for is Chun."

Tata was astonished: "Metatron from Bronze City is also abusing privileges. If the Empire’s NPC investigates him as well, preventing him from appearing, won’t our Bronze City Evil God plan face fewer obstacles?"

Alpha was equally stirred: "Exactly! But now, we need to verify Gabriel’s situation first, without alerting Bronze City... You need to take action immediately, under the guise of celebrating the first victory, and charge out of the slums."

"I’m on it right away!"

...

Ten Lords Chat Group.

The first professional team tournament is basically over, and since none of the Five Lords encountered the China team, those who were supposed to throw their matches did, and those who were supposed to win did just that. Nothing major.

The key is, even Chun knows how to exert effort to display the dignity of the top player before global players; naturally, when the Lords encounter the China team, they must also demonstrate their powerful dignity. So meeting them and obliterating their team with a Divine Artifact would be inappropriate; it’s best to win without using Divine Artifacts, or even without having to make a move.

Therefore, the Lords are now intensively studying the match videos of several China teams, and running their war game systems to find the best counter strategies without having to act directly. Unlike the huge discrepancies at the millennial battlefield the day before, player-oriented simulations are much smoother, and they already have several solutions.

Metatron was very gratified: "Didn’t they come up with a super 6-man squad? Midnight Moore isn’t in the team."

Gabriel laughed: "That shows the wanted notice worked; he can’t form a team!"

The steward added: "Neither does he appear to participate in individual matches or brawls."

Metatron chuckled: "Is he trying to avoid our attention?"

Gabriel chuckled: "After all, it’s already midnight here; he might be waiting for us to sleep at night."

Sariel laughed: "Sleep? He’s overthinking it!"

The steward came to report: "Detected abnormal behavior among China District players in various cities; they’re buying cheap wine and cheap tobacco everywhere."

Sela became instantly alert: "Are they imitating idols or planning on delivering tobacco and wine to Chun at the arena?"

Michael frowned: "If they are delivering tobacco and wine to Chun at the arena, then what indicates?"

Sela laughed: "It indicates that this is Chun deliberately releasing a smoke bomb to confuse us, making us think his skill is related to tobacco and wine."

Sariel frowned: "Is it possible, it’s really related?"

Sela snorted coldly: "Fine, I also hope it’s related, otherwise everyone looks like performing clowns, it’s too boring."

At this moment, Gabriel’s subordinate reported: "Ma’am, something’s happening in Oak City; Tata War God has led hundreds of Curries out of the slums to celebrate."

Gabriel was furious: "Who allowed these peasants to take to the streets? Peace Elite Team, suppress them in public! Send over the live stream view!"

"Understood, ma’am!"

The live stream showed hundreds of Curries waving baguettes and mixing in battle with Gabriel’s baton unit, even possessing a faint advantage!

Gabriel was enraged: "Sariel, look at those mermaids selling baguettes!"

Sariel laughed heartily: "Good thing! Baguette against baton, surely baguette suffers some wear and tear; that way, we can sell more. Why not lose a round, promote baguettes, and get global players willing to buy baguettes!"

Gabriel was exasperated: "You are crazy! Baton units are the cornerstone of our order maintenance!"

Sariel was indifferent: "If need be, I’ll personally come to Oak City and sweep these Curries away for you."

Gabriel snorted coldly: "No need, let it stay this way."

...

PM.

Chun took a brief nap but was restless and couldn’t relax, so he decided to participate in the tournament.

He casually called out to Silva: "Elder, I’m going to compete, leave this place to you."

In reality, this casual greeting was virtually a message to the Ten Lords, indicating that my skill cooldown would last nearly an hour. They might not believe my skill is related to alcohol, but surely they’d trust my cooldown time?

"Okay, wish you victory in the match, Chairman."

Chun entered the arena again, immediately becoming the focus of all players.

Then came several jubilant shouts from the crowd: "We’ve really met Brother Chun!" "Brother Chun, catch it!"

Those calling me Brother Chun are naturally China District players!

Chun immediately waved; packaging boxes flew overhead!

Holy Shit, buying this much, you’re making it difficult for me!

Chun didn’t care about appearances anymore, struggling to half-elevate his body, grabbing one with his left hand, one with his right!

At this moment, appearances don’t matter; it’s telling the Ten Lords that this tobacco and wine are genuinely important. Could they truly believe it was merely for appearances?

The several others couldn’t catch them, but foreign players nearby did, and they very thoughtfully hurriedly brought them over: "Thanks, bro! A photo!"

What? "Shit bro?" The translation of "bro?"

Chun also laughed: "OK!"

Chun looked at the packaging; holy shit, it’s the cheapest fake wine, Tapioca Burn! No wonder they could afford to buy such a heap!

Since the things sent in the arena will reset to zero once the match ends, let’s drink them all.

Chun opened a bottle signaling to the audience: "I cheers, take your time!"

Then glug glug glug glug...

The arena erupted!

Since nobody posed a threat to himself, Chun didn’t care about anyone but just kept drinking.