Chapter 637


    “You betcha!” Both brothers sauntered off toward the vendor, who was studying a stack of receipts at


    the counter. They called, “Hey, we want 20mb skewers, 20 slices of roasted loin, 20 grilled squid


    skewers, and some potato slices? Oh, and finally a grilled fish.”


    The owner’s wife looked up and saw the two dashing young men. She broke into a grin. “Ah, it’s you


    two! Give me a minute.”


    Her husband turned around as well. He smiled and asked, “Do you guys want any noodles?”


    Anderson propped his hand on the frame of the stall. “Yes, three bowls of spicy chicken pasta with all


    the pickles. How much?”


    “Please scan the QR code here,” said the wife. She tallied up their order and announced the sum.


    Once the two brothers had settled the bill, they sat down next to Ashlyn.


    For a while, the three didn’t exchange a single word. Each of them was hooked on their own phone.


    “Hey Boss, how about a round of PUBG?”


    “Yes, Boss! We haven’t done that in a while!”


    Ashlyn arched a brow. She taunted, “What’s the matter? Itching to get your butts handed to you again?”


    Harrison shed her a smug grin. “Hah! We’ll see about that.”


    Ashlyn smirked. She quickly found the game on her phone.


    She tapped on the icon and typed in her ount details on the login page.


    The moment she logged in, she was greeted by a string of chirps from the speaker icon at the bottom


    of the interface. She had a lot of messages.


    She cleared off all the messages before joining a match with the two brothers. She was ready to brawl.


    In a short while, a character in a in, red shirt entered the arena.


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    As soon as she entered the arena, Ashlyn’s eyes lost their distracted ze. The game now had her full


    attention.


    Her character began jumping about. Soon, she managed to acquire a gun.


    With ruthless and clinical precision, she dispatched all her opponents in the game with a shot to the


    head. This is too easy.


    Her phone was muted. So, a bunch of notifications popped up on her screen.


    You killed MayTheForestBeWithYou!


    You killed LookingForLove!


    You killed WhereTheSunDontShine!


    You killed PupArazzi!


    You killed TheGhostOfChristmasPast!


    You killed 21 yers!


    You killed 22 yers!


    Ashlyn stared intensely at the screen.


    Her fair skin glowed in the light of the dimly lit stall, and her dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled. Her


    hair was already simply tucked into a messy bun.


    While her slender legs were slightly bent, one of them was resting against the foot of the table, in a


    casual andzy way.


    She looked rxed but her fingers were a ferocious blur.


    Anderson and Harrison glowered at their phones. Anderson whined, “Boss, why did you kill us too?”


    Harrison pouted and cried, “I thought we arerades!”


    It was another digital bloodbath.


    The two brothers weren’t the only ones who were disappointed.


    At this moment, several top yers in the game felt a gnawing pit of despair as their characters met a


    quick, grisly end.


    They wondered how the ruthless yer who was armed with the most rudimentary weapon in the


    game could achieve that.


    The yers didn’t even see hering. She was as silent as death. Before they knew it, their


    characters were slumped on the ground.


    They could only helplessly stare at their in characters and read the notification: You’ve been killed by


    JohnnyCashlyn!


    Meanwhile, in a ck Bentley nearby, Spencer who had reluctantly apanied Lucas as he stalked


    Ashlyn was bored out of his mind.


    With nothing better to do, he fired up a game of PUBG on his phone.


    He had no other hobbies, so he often yed a few quick matches when he had some free time.


    As he was Lucas’ employee, he didn’t have to worry about money. He had a high sry and several


    properties.


    So, Spencer had no problem dropping a ton of cash into the game.


    With a reputation as a high-spending yer, Spencer had rubbed shoulders with several other top


    yers.


    They’d often join matches together.


    He thought tonight was going to be just like any other night. They’d dominate all the other yers.


    Yet… they had all bitten the dust.


    It wasn’t just him. Several of the other top yers had also met the same tragic fate.


    What the heck?