12dz Chapter 78 Bounty Dungeon
Chapter 78 Bounty Dungeon
Jiang Lin ate the sandwich Zhang Hui made with elegance, not even glancing at the man standing next to her.
Upon seeing the young man deliberately ignoring him, Ji Xing's anger flared up, and he said coldly, "Brother Hui, why don't you go out for a bit?"
Zhang Hui's eyelids twitched, and he vaguely sensed that something terrible was about to happen. His sixth sense told him to make an emergency escape. After only the two of them were left in the villa, the entire space was filled with a low pressure, like the calm before a storm.
Jiang Lin calmly finished her breakfast before looking up at the man with a gloomy expression: "What's wrong with chatting with a friend?"
"When did you and Yi Jing become friends?" Ji Xingyi took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound less intimidating.
“If we can get along, we’re friends; if we can’t…” Jiang Lin paused slightly, implying, “we’re not even friends.”
Ji Xingyi's eyes turned bloodshot at a visible speed. The closest people always know how to stab someone the most painfully.
Overwhelmed by anger, bitterness, and resentment, Ji Xingyi felt like her brain was about to explode. She desperately tried to light a cigarette to suppress the rising sense of loss of control, but in her anxiety, she dropped the lighter on the ground. In that instant, she finally lost control and violently overturned the table.
The crackling sound startled Zhang Hui, who was outside the door.
"Alright, my lord, let's book a cleaning service first." Zhang Hui silently took out his phone.
Jiang Lin glanced at the mess on the ground, but remained seated as steady as a mountain: "You flipped the table right in front of me, do you want to hit me?"
These words struck Ji Xing like a thunderbolt. His eyes widened in disbelief, as if ice had been poured over him from head to toe, freezing his blood vessels and making him feel suffocated. His voice was bitter as he said, "Jiang Lin, is this how you think of me?"
The man's pained gaze met Jiang Lin's eyes, and a dark glint flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes: "Then what do you want to do?"
Ji Xingyi's hands, hidden in his sleeves, began to tremble under Jiang Lin's indifferent gaze. As his anger subsided, a sense of bewildering powerlessness washed over him: "What do I want to do?"
I just want you to trust me a little more.
Heh... Ji Xing turned his head to the side, his silent answer hidden in the transparent beads that hit the ground.
Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, got up and went out. After walking to the garden, Zhang Hui immediately came to greet him.
"Linlin, are you alright?" Zhang Hui gestured with his chin towards Xingyi, who was still inside the house. "Did you throw another tantrum? You made such a racket today, do you think we should call a doctor?"
Zhang Hui tapped his temple: "Look here?"
Ji Xingyi suffers from a serious mental illness, a fact that Zhang Hui, her bodyguard, was naturally aware of. However, during the three years Zhang Hui served as her bodyguard, Ji Xingyi's episodes were extremely rare, especially this year.
He doesn't seem much different from ordinary people, except that he's a bit cold-hearted and easily irritable. Zhang Hui never took it seriously.
But today, Zhang Hui didn't expect that Xingyi would also lose his temper with Jiang Lin. Flipping the table is a small matter, but the fact that the target is Jiang Lin gives Zhang Hui a very bad feeling.
“No need.” Jiang Lin suddenly stopped and looked at Zhang Hui with an unprecedentedly cold gaze: “Xingyi is not sick, he doesn’t need a doctor.”
Zhang Hui's face stiffened. For the first time in five years since his retirement as a former special forces soldier, he felt a chill creeping down his spine under the young man's gaze.
But in the blink of an eye, Jiang Lin returned to her usual gentle demeanor, making Zhang Hui wonder if he had just imagined it. He couldn't help but touch the back of his head; something was definitely wrong.
Jiang Lin got into the back seat, and Zhang Hui was about to step on the gas when Ji Xingyi suddenly appeared and opened the car door. Zhang Hui was startled and quickly stepped on the brakes, but the man, exuding a chill, climbed into the car.
Zhang Hui glared at Jiang Lin in the rearview mirror: What to do?
Jiang Lin glanced at the silent man, a barely perceptible smile appearing in the corner of her eyes, and said to Zhang Hui, "Drive, to Xingyue Bay."
Ji Xing breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Jiang Lin's reply, but at the same time, bitterness welled up inside him. For a moment, he felt like Jiang Lin's dog, getting slapped but still groveling and licking his boots—how pathetic.
Upon arriving at Xingyue Bay, the two went directly to the tea room that Yi Jing had booked. Besides Yi Jing, there were two other people sitting in the room. The woman to Yi Jing's left was An Zhiwei, a counselor at the university, whom he had met at the last gathering.
The young man on the right was quite tall, with red hair and a buzz cut, but judging from the way he sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart, he didn't seem like a respectable person. He wore beige cargo pants, a white top, and a black studded denim jacket, and had a toothpick dangling from his mouth, giving him a sleazy look.
When Jiang Lin entered, everything was fine, but as Ji Xingyi came in behind him, the red-haired youth stared wide-eyed.
"You've met Zhiwei before, and this is..."
Yi Jing was interrupted by the red-haired youth before he could finish speaking.
The red-haired youth stepped over the tea table, ran out, grabbed Ji Xingyi's hand, and said, "Hello, hello, my name is Liu Yangyang!"
Ji Xingyi was already in a bad mood, and this guy was sticking to her like glue. Ji Xingyi didn't even bother with being polite and just gave him a cold look: "Let go!"
"Alright, let's sit down and chat!" Liu Yangyang wasn't discouraged at all; instead, she smiled broadly and pulled out a chair for Ji Xingyi.
Jiang Lin slowly withdrew his gaze from Ji Xingyi's right hand, which had been touched by the red-haired youth, smiled, sat down, and looked at Yi Jing, asking with his eyes what was going on.
Yi Jing poured Jiang Lin a cup of tea, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Before we get down to business, you should first explain Ruan Qing's situation."
Jiang Lin took the teacup: "Did Ding Xuehui kill him?"
An Zhiwei, standing beside her, immediately pressed, "Why?" Her hostility was undisguised.
Jiang Lin met Yi Jing's questioning gaze without fear: "The dungeon was chosen by Ruan Qing. It's called 'Witch's Tears.' In the world of witches, players' fantasies become reality. Ruan Qing was killed by a monster created by Xue Hui. That's roughly it."
After staring at Jiang Lin for a few seconds, Yi Jing nodded with a softened expression and said, "I understand."
"Yi Jing!" An Zhiwei was puzzled that Yi Jing had let Jiang Lin go so easily. However, she was met with a cold glance from the blond youth. An Zhiwei's face darkened, and after glaring at Jiang Lin, she offered no further objection.
Jiang Lin took in the entire interaction between the two, his eyes filled with mockery: "Aren't you going to ask me how Ding Xuehui died?"
"I don't know her." Yi Jing relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, saying indifferently. A stranger's death is naturally unrelated to him.
"Boss Yi, it's about time we talked about that!" Liu Yangyang couldn't hide his excitement.
Yi Jing nodded and looked at Jiang Lin and Ji Xingyi: "I called you here today because Liu Yangyang has obtained a spot in the bounty dungeon. He can form a four-person team. I'm about to enter the dungeon and can't participate, so I wanted to ask if you would be willing to participate."
Ji Xingyi frowned: "What is a bounty instance?"
"The bounty instance is a special instance with a low death rate and a chance to obtain extremely high rewards," Liu Yangyang eagerly explained before Yi Jing could finish.
There are 10 teams participating, with a total of 40 players. Each person needs to pay an entrance fee of 30 Survival Coins, and those who complete the level will split 1200 Survival Coins equally!