C3 Enemies Are Always on the Side of the Same Road

In the evening, Yuh Wenming's two other roommates made their way back, prompting Zhang Xiao to generously treat the dorm brothers to dinner, followed by a late-night gaming session at the internet cafe.

At the cafe, the four friends found themselves in a dire situation that turned around miraculously. As they launched into the game, someone on the plane began to taunt loudly, "All of you are garbage. If you dare, come fight with guns at G Harbor!"

Yuh Wenming exchanged knowing looks with his three companions, who all activated a special cheat developed by Guo Feifan. Guo had been ruthlessly beaten in a previous game, unable to spot his opponent. Fueled by this defeat, he dedicated himself to creating a cheat that could pinpoint players' locations, much like the external feeds used in competitions to watch the games.

With this cheat, the entire map was visible, and they could spy on other players' screens at will. This exploit had always been there, a tool of the insiders. Guo Feifan had merely made a slight adjustment, allowing them to monitor every player's moves and even pinpoint their conversations in the game.

With a sly grin, Yuh Wenming announced, "Ahem, listen up, guys. The one who just called us trash goes by 'Brother is 18CM,' and he's currently in H City. His teammates are 'Sister Likes 18CM,' 'Sister Enjoys 18CM,' and 'Little Brother Wants to Be 18CM.'"

Zhang Xiao joined in, "They've landed. Let's team up and take them down. They wanted to act tough, so let's show them what we've got."

"Whoa, is our bro really that badass? How does he know their location? Is this a cheat? I need that download link."

"Man, isn't this too twisted? It's just a game, and now it's unplayable."

"Cheater dog..."

Lian Song cleared his throat, "Cough cough, our buddy made this out of boredom. We never intended to use it. It's usually reserved for international servers when we're up against foreign players. This is the domestic server, but with so many arrogant jerks around, it feels impossible to track them. So, we just wanted to give them a lesson, to teach them a thing or two about decency."

Yuh Wenming spotted the target. "There he is, on the third floor, lying low. The kid's got a 98K with a four-time scope. Take him out."

No sooner had Yuh Wenming spoken than six squads converged in H City. In a flash, the person on the third floor was riddled with bullets like a hornet's nest.

Brother is 18 cm tall: "You jerks, where are you from? Show yourselves if you dare."

"Damn them! These four jerks used a cheat to track me down. Damn it all."

An irate voice erupted in the internet cafe.

Yuh Wenming and his friends were taken aback. Could it really be such a coincidence?

This twist of fate seemed a bit much.

And of all people, it was Jiaang Han, that jerk.

Checking the time, Yuh Wenming saw it was evening, the perfect time to head to the night market. He signaled to the others that it was time to log off and leave.

Yuh Wenming quickly exited the game and stood up.

Zhang Xiao and the rest followed suit, eager to avoid a run-in with Jiaang Han, who had been strutting around like he owned the place, even boasting about a new 'big brother' he'd found on the outside.

They wanted nothing to do with a lowlife like him, so the group swiftly left the cafe and made their way to the night market.

After a ninety-minute trek, they arrived at the largest night market in Hai Feng City: Road Block Street, just as it was coming to life.

The street was bustling with activity as Yuh Wenming started to browse the stalls.

He perused the array of trinkets, jade bracelets, crickets, copper coins, silver dollars, and porcelain pieces.

"Hey, Laosan, what are you looking to buy? How much cash do you have on you?" Zhang Xiao asked.

He had been to the night market a few times, tagging along with his family for the excitement, and knew his way around, though he couldn't always tell the genuine from the fake.

As a history buff, Yuh Wenming was there to hunt for bargains, and Zhang Xiao thought he had a better shot at finding something valuable.

Guo Feifan, a software programming student, might have been on the heavier side, but he was sharp as a tack.

Old Song, from a poor family, had a knack for gambling, often coming out ahead.

Every time he won some money, he'd stash it away secretly.

Yuh Wenming was on the hunt for bargains, which meant he needed to be selective.

A bad purchase would mean a loss, plain and simple.

Yuh Wenming was all senses on deck, taking in every sight and sound of the bustling night market.

Upon hearing Zhang Xiao's suggestion, Yuh Wenming cracked a smile and replied, "Let's go check it out."

For Yuh Wenming, navigating the Antique Market was as easy as strolling through his own backyard.

He didn't struggle with Treasure Appraisal Knowledge because his expertise was borrowed from others.

The group reached an elderly vendor's stall, where Yuh Wenming crouched down and sifted through the offerings, examining each piece under the light.

To the trained eye, Yuh Wenming's efforts seemed amateurish.

Here, one often paid for their education in hard knocks.

A few tumbles later, and a person would gain composure, eventually getting the hang of the Antique Market.

It's only after snagging one or two genuine treasures that a person's reputation would grow. Stepping into the Antique Market, they'd be greeted with respect, "Sir!"

Yuh Wenming was genuinely scrutinizing the trinkets. With only eight hundred yuan to his name, his entire fortune, he was looking for a small, affordable ornament.

After a lengthy search, just as Yuh Wenming was about to leave, feeling deflated, a figure stepped in front of him and his companions.

"Well, well, Yuh Wenming, Scholar Yu, fancy seeing you at the night market."

Jiaang Han, already irked by the 5,000 yuan in medical fees he'd forked over, was not pleased to see Yuh Wenming again. It seemed like foes were destined to cross paths.

Yet Jiaang Han had just picked up a yellowed archer's thumb ring from beneath the old man's stall.

Such rings were once used by hunters to pull bowstrings, but by the Qing Dynasty, they had become fashionable jewelry among nobles.

"Jiaang Han, are you here to make amends?" Yuh Wenming asked, a playful tone in his voice.

Jiaang Han's expression soured. Yuh Wenming had a knack for touching a nerve.

"Say that one more time, and believe me, I won't hesitate to take you down right here. Do you know who's got this night market under their thumb? Lord Fifth," Jiaang Han boasted, glancing back at his cronies before fixing his gaze back on Yuh Wenming. "And you, what makes you think you have the right to demand money from me, Jiaang Han?"

Listening to Jiaang Han's words, Yuh Wenming couldn't help but smile. His personality had become more unpredictable since acquiring those memories, and right now, an unchallengeable air was particularly evident in his demeanor.

With a playful grin, Yuh Wenming fixed his gaze on Jiaang Han and teased, "Suppose I demand compensation from you today, what exactly could you do to me?"

Standing tall, Yuh Wenming met Jiaang Han's eyes with a level stare.