Chapter 470: Retribution...!

At night, after dinner, Zhang Mu began to distribute strategic treasures according to the "guild contribution degree" that the members had previously obtained. Except for those players who did not participate in the battle online or paddled during the battle, almost everyone had a share. Players with the highest meritorious deity and mythological wounds directly received silver strategic treasures. The envious members were all blue in their eyes.

The 'guild contribution system' within Heroes is quite complete. Just refer to the data to see who is a powerful general and who is a weak soldier, which completely eliminates the possibility of members being just a substitute.

He was busy until after 10 o'clock in the evening, and the stolen goods were divided. Zhang Mu was very busy. In order to thank the Allies, he also asked the emperor to send 500 strategic treasures to the president of each guild. As for how to distribute it is their own business, Zhang Mu didn't care.

"When fighting a few more such big battles, almost all our main members can get a complete set of strategic treasures. Huh, it's a bit tired, but it's worth it!" Zhang Mu lay lazily on the chair and smoked. In order to prepare for this battle, Zhang Mu put in a lot of effort, and it was a bit unsatisfactory to say that he was the number one hero.

"Brother, take advantage of the new defeat of Osaka Wolf, and we are very motivated. It's better to take advantage of the victory and kill them. Anyway, the distance between our two guilds is not very far, and it will be here in 20 hours." The fat man began to encourage Zhang Mu on the side. Obviously, he had not yet had the satisfaction of the battle during the day.

"No, I can't fight now." Zhang Mu shook his head vigorously and yawned, "You must not fight if you don't know for sure. Chinatown was created by us with great effort. We have gathered the hard work of all of us. We must not ruin the future of the entire guild for a quick moment. But don't worry, there will be more battles than this in the future." After saying that, he pinched the fat man's shoulder and smiled tiredly: "When the ice froze, the Crazy Dragon Guild officially enters Chinatown, and then think about how to go."

The fat man smiled bitterly and said, "It's so awkward. He's still fighting during the day, but at night he's become a comrade in a guild who makes a living... Oh, I don't know why others think, but I'm not used to it anyway."

"By the way... I almost forgot something!" Zhang Mu suddenly remembered that he came alone, immediately stood up from the chair, walked quickly to the balcony, and dialed a phone number.

****

A few hours ago, Chinatown and the Ice Temple had just ended, and the Temple Online Game Club.

The old temple gun held his forehead with his left hand, looking lifeless.

"Brother Gun, don't be angry. What should we do now? Seeing the ice-cold silkworms mean to speak in the meeting, he seems to be compromising with Chinatown..." Temple Huahua was worried.

Lao Qian sighed, "Oh, I'm never a match for the Twelve-Winged Angels. Now, even Bingfeng can't beat him. It seems that the e-zone can no longer stay. Notify the members and prepare to transfer to the zone in the next few days."

"Replace the area..." Temple Huahua hurriedly said: "If we lose the area, we will lose at least 4/5 of our members, so we can't get it! Brother Gun, we might as well be like Bingfeng and others...uh..." Temple Huahua didn't finish his words because he faced the old gun with a look that was enough to kill people.

"Fuck! Are you trying to let me join Chinatown? You're fucking water in your head!" Lao Gun was furious.

Temple Huahua frowned and said, "In the past, we had Frozen behind, so we were not afraid of Chinatown, but now Frozen, Crazy Dragon has been incorporated by Chinatown. With the strength of the Temple alone, I'm afraid even a branch of them can't be defeated! Brother Gun, this is the general trend. No guild can shake Chinatown in a short time. I believe that as long as you are willing to apologize to the twelve-winged angel, he will definitely accept us..."

Boom! Bang!

The fragile body of the Temple Huahua was blown away by the old gun for several meters. He knocked over several monitors in succession before stopping his body, but his face suddenly became red and swollen. He was covering his face at a loss. He had no idea that the old gun would use him as an air pump.

The fight attracted the attention of players in the club, and for a moment, the huge club became silent.

Lao Gun shouted with a strong face: "Pay attention to your tone and let me apologize to that young boy? Your head is broken! Huahua, you have been with me for so many years. When did you see me and someone apologize?"

Temple Huahua shook off the comrades who were trying to come up to help him, gritted her teeth and said, "Old Gun, I'm fucking fed up with you! I remember this punch. From today on, we will part ways." After saying that, he glanced at the comrades around him and whispered: "Who of you wants to follow me? The Temple Guild has been completely abandoned, and it doesn't make sense to stay."

"Fuck! Fuck you!" The old gun in the temple was worried that he didn't know who to vent his anger. He immediately swung his fist and rushed up, knocking Huahua to the ground in a few seconds. The people next to him couldn't hold it.

Temple Huahua weighs only 130 kilograms and is a typical scholar. She can't withstand Lao Gun's punches and kicks. She fainted after a few strokes. Temple Lao Gun felt that it was not satisfied, so she picked up the iron chair beside her and slapped it hard on Huahua's body.

The prince of the Temple hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him and said, "Brother, stop fighting! If you fight again, you will die!"

"Damn it, do you want to rebel against me? Get out of here!" The old gun at this moment was more like a mad dog, and he bites whoever he caught, and even the prince of the temple who had the closest relationship with him was slapped by him.

The prince of the Temple took a few steps back, glanced at the old gun with resentment, and slowly set up the temple flower and said to the people beside him: "Let's go, this man is crazy."

"Let's go." Dozens of people stood up from their positions and followed the prince out of the club.

****

"What then?" Zhang Mu asked gently stroked the railings on the balcony.

"The temple has been completely disbanded, but Lao Gun seems to have not withdrawn from the game, but has completed the transfer procedures alone, perhaps in an attempt to make a comeback. Hehehehe, Twelve Brother, you really vent your anger for me." The third-handed lion on the other end of the phone was extremely satisfied.

Zhang Mu said slowly: "Since the old gun in the temple has been transferred to the district... then there is no need to monitor him anymore. I will transfer the money this month to your account in a few days. You... take care of yourself."

"Brother Twelve, you...can't you want to cross the river and destroy the bridge, right? If it weren't for me, you would have been shot by the old guns. You..., you can't do this!" The third-handed lion was shocked.

"The cooperation relationship between us ends here. Hiring you is forced to do so... Now the biggest hidden danger of Lao Gun no longer exists, so... we should not contact you again in the future. I hate playing a game and having to intrigue. This feeling makes me feel very uncomfortable."

The third-handed lion said anxiously: "Twelve...Twelve Brother... Although the old gun is gone, I can collect information from other guild bosses for you. Tell me, which guild are you going to attack next? I'll go in and help you do an undercover agent!"

"No need, thank you." Just as Zhang Mu hung up the phone and entered the room, a vicissitudes of voice came from the toilet of the Temple Club: "Three-handed lion... It turns out that you are an undercover agent, hahahaha..."
Chapter completed!