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Chapter 158 I'll Flip Your Head Off

The ticket seller recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

Gu Mian: "..."

The commotion naturally attracted the attention of the squad stationed not far away, and the few people standing against the wall turned their gazes over.

Gu Mian's hand was still raised in mid-air, but he didn't catch anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The uncle who had been in front of Gu Mian had just received his dungeon ticket and was preparing to enter the dungeon with a bitter face, but before he could even enter, he heard the ticket seller's angry roar. At this moment, he looked over in confusion.

The people queuing behind Gu Mian and her two companions also craned their necks, their faces full of confusion.

"Give me the ticket then," Gu Mian said in a low voice, sounding just like a villain plotting in a dark corner.

The fat man was stunned when he saw the ticket seller, and then he shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"So you want to just give me an admission ticket to the event?" Gu Mian's voice was even lower at this point.

The ticket seller paused for a moment after hearing this, then stubbornly shook her head.

Everyone is watching this side.

They were somewhat puzzled as to why the ticket seller, who had been all smiles just moments before, had suddenly changed her expression to one of sorrow and sadness.

The person at the very front of the line seemed to be talking to the ticket seller, and with each word he spoke, the ticket seller's face behind the window grew even more worried.

Gu Mian discussed with the ticket seller: "Then give me a ticket to the high-difficulty dungeon."

The person behind the window stubbornly shook their head.

"Then just give me an admission ticket for the event."

He shook his head even more violently.

Gu Mian: "..."

He had encountered ticket sellers who absolutely refused to issue tickets before, but each time Gu Mian would reason with them using a chainsaw, and eventually get the duplicate tickets as he wished.

However, there was still a group of people standing there with guns, and Gu Mian felt that this was not a good time to reason with them.

The ticket seller behind the window clearly believed that with the army there, Gu Mian wouldn't dare to do anything, so his stance was exceptionally firm.

"Perhaps we should try a different approach."

As Gu Mian pondered this, she looked at the ticket seller in front of her: "Did you know that the army left after the event?"

He paused here, then continued, "And I'm still here. If you don't give me a ticket, then I'll..."

A minute later, Gu Mian walked out with three 'Lantern Festival event admission tickets' in her hand.

The others looked at Gu Mian with some surprise as he left, whispering among themselves and eyeing him with ill intent.

At the end of the line, a young man even reached out and grabbed him.

Noticing the young man's actions, the soldiers not far away turned their attention to this area. They were there to maintain order, but now the young man's actions seemed somewhat dangerous.

"No...don't misunderstand..." Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the army, the young man quickly waved his hand to explain, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask...just ask..."

He stammered as he explained, releasing his grip on Gu Mian's hand.

The expressions of the several people in military uniforms not far away finally relaxed a little.

The young man swallowed hard before asking, "Hey bro, I think the ticket seller just gave you the event admission ticket, right?" The event admission ticket was bright red and very eye-catching, completely different from the duplicate ticket, so it was easy to recognize at a glance.

When the ticket seller handed out the ticket, he held it up high as if he was afraid people wouldn't know that he was giving Gu Mian an admission ticket for the event.

He was probably still quite resentful, so he deliberately stirred up hatred towards Gu Mian.

Gu Mian looked at the somewhat flustered young man in front of her: "He gave it to me directly."

The young man seemed surprised that Gu Mian admitted it so readily. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "Then...why? Why did he give you the ticket directly?"

The young man had a large mole in the middle of his nose, which looked somewhat comical.

Gu Mian smiled, revealing a set of white teeth: "Come here, I'll tell you in a low voice."

The young man hesitated before leaning closer.

Five minutes later, the ticket seller served one player after another, but the smile on her face was gone.

He sighed softly, then realized that the next player was already in front of him.

The ticket seller looked up and carefully examined the player in front of him. Now, he always looked up to see who was in front of him before speaking.

He saw that he was just an ordinary young man, except for a rather comical black mole in the middle of his nose.

The ticket seller lowered her head again and then said what she had said countless times:

"To get an entry ticket to the event, you need to clear a high-difficulty dungeon. I'll open a high-difficulty dungeon for you first..."

But before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the person in front of him seemed to bend over.
Before he could react, he heard a low, trembling voice above him: "If you... if you don't give me the ticket, I'll smash your head off with a brick."

Happy days always pass too quickly.

After finally obtaining the event entry tickets, Gu Mian and the other two returned to their rented hotel. They didn't plan to enter any dungeons for the next few days and would just wait for the event to start.

During that time, the fat man would unexpectedly pat Gu Mian on the shoulder every day.

But the group never saw that pale face again.

Tomorrow is the start date of the event.

At this moment, the fat man was tidying up his things: "Speaking of which, since this event is conducted directly in reality, if you die during the event, you really die, right?"

Dying in a dungeon only results in losing stats, equipment, and money, but dying in an event means certain death.

His face turned pale as he thought about this.

Gu Mian didn't care; he was going to die no matter where he died.

"This is the first large-scale event in the world, so it's hard to say whether they'll die or not," Chu Changge pushed up his glasses. "But there's a high probability they'll really die."

Hearing this, the fat man felt extremely annoyed: "Is the injury real? In this situation, being crippled is basically the same as being dead."

Chu Changge nodded: "Moreover, I suspect that there will be a high probability of bloodshed in this event. I mean bloodshed between players. If there is no army to suppress it, the situation may be even worse."

"We're not going to bleed too, are we?" The fat man's brow twitched.

“It’s hard to say,” Chu Changge said, glancing out the window. “But what is certain is that we’ve been targeted.”

There were several suspicious figures outside the window, looking up in this direction.

(End of this chapter)