I'm bad, but players love me

Remus's body lay nearby, bloated and white, his clothes still in place. The expensive silk shone in the sun, dazzling even on a dead body.

How many people can this outfit feed?

Why did Remus receive such preferential treatment? Why was he born to enjoy all this?

Did he work? No, the heaviest thing his fingers had ever held was a knife and fork made of gold or silver.

Does he think? He doesn't. The only things that flow through his mind are all kinds of debauched pleasures.

Not a single gram of his wealth was earned through his labor, and not a single ounce of it was obtained through the use of his wisdom.

So where does his wealth come from?

From violence, from plunder, from his ancestral heritage.

He used violence to plunder wealth from ordinary people. What was even more ridiculous was that he didn't even need to lift a finger to plunder the wealth. Just a gesture or a look was enough, and everyone had already tacitly agreed that he would come to plunder, so they simply divided a portion of their property and handed it over to him.

If he can use violence, why can't we?

If the world has already tacitly accepted that those in power can oppress those below them, and that those who wield violence can oppress the weak, then fighting violence with violence is justified! It is a just cause!

Yun Shuo knew that the day when he could completely ignite the fire in people's hearts was not far away.

He patted William's shoulder soothingly, "Everything will be fine."

Yun Shuo continued to openly defend Ah Dai, "This girl has indeed demonstrated her responsibility as an ELO member, doing her best to care for and help others."

Facing Yun Shuo like this, William could no longer utter any rebuttal and she lowered her head in silence.

"Come on, William, you did the right thing, but her situation is special. Just like I accepted you off the street before, if anyone doubts your identity as an ELO member, I will stand by you as well."

Yun Shuo calmed her down again and quickly changed the subject.

What people need is encouragement - after they have been hungry and cold for so many days.

He stood on the small wooden platform in the center and said loudly: "Remus's warehouses are full of grain that belongs to us! Everyone, this belongs to us! He took this wealth from us, and now we have taken it back! Willis will return these things to everyone."

The crowd cheered and praised "ELO's mercy" in unison.

Yun Shuo ignored the crowd's cheers and just dragged Ah Dai away.

Ah Dai is still feeling sad about Yun Shuo’s inspiring remarks. How can he save the situation?

"It's over, brothers. I feel like Yun Shuo is getting really sick. With this level of strength, I'm starting to doubt him as anything but the commander's number one henchman."

People who enjoy barrage entertainment are not in the mood to care about these things, they are already having fun.

[You old thief! Let go of my wife's hand!]

[Putting aside rationality, aren't the others at fault? How could Yun Shuo be a bad guy? As soon as I saw his face, I knew he was innocent!]

[Come on, Ah Dai! You have to bring back such a beautiful wife even if it means breaking his arms and legs!]

[I won't tell you who the above person is implying, just judge for yourself.]

"Stop, stop, stop. What's wrong with you? You lose all your values ​​as soon as you see my face. Where's your previous toughness?" Ah Dai shouted angrily with great sorrow.

Suddenly, she changed the subject, "But I'm different. Brother Yun held my hand. He has me in his heart."

Rows of [Drag him out, chop him up!] flew across the screen.

Yun Shuo stopped in a remote corner, and no dialog box popped up, as if waiting for the player to speak.

Ah Dai asked tentatively, "We haven't met before, right? Why are you helping me?"

"It wouldn't be nice to let you die in front of that old lady."

"Ah... indeed." Ah Dai replied dryly, but secretly he was madly complaining, "I'm not saying that. You don't take such a good opportunity to pick up a girl? Bro, 'hero saves the beauty', you don't even know how to pick up a girl?"

But the next move made even the idiots dumbfounded.

Yun Shuo’s “It’s not good to let you die in front of that old lady.” really means “not good” in the literal sense.

The next second, the word "death" appeared on Ah Dai's screen.

"Hey, come on, at least you could have interrogated him, but then you killed him? Let's not even talk about the decent characters. Which villain is as decisive as you, killing people without hesitation? Before he died, he was worried that I would scare the elderly? The public order and good customs here only say respect the elderly and love the young, but don't say don't kill people indiscriminately, right?"

Ah Dai blushed immediately, his mechanical keyboard clacking loudly. "I can't stand this, I can't stand this. One more round! Today, I'm the undercover agent! What a handsome man... Ha, what a joke! From now on, Ah Dai will die of greed, die outside, or even jump off a building, but I will never show the slightest mercy to Yun Shuo!"

Chapter 11: The City Lord's Plan

"First it was the commoners, then the merchants, and now the nobles! Remus Karl is dead! So who will be next?" Ella angrily slammed the table at her father, "Father, we have been sitting here waiting to die!"

"So, what do you want, my dear daughter?" The old city lord is old, and the slightest smile can cause a pile of fine lines to accumulate at the corners of his eyes. The hanging needle lines between his eyebrows are deeply engraved on this face that once had high fighting spirit.

He was no longer young, and rather than conquering cities and dominating the world, he would rather just laze in a velvet lounge chair, let his cheeks turn rosy from the fire, and fall into a deep sleep to the occasional crackling of wood.

The red wine in the glass had become the only alcohol he was willing to drink. The doctor had advised him that drinking alcohol was harmful to the body, but moderate red wine was beneficial to the body and mind.

It was a lie. Every drop of alcohol took its toll on his body, but without it, he couldn't sleep.

His energetic daughter was obviously the complete opposite of him. After all, she was only in her early twenties, and at that age, she was full of indomitable courage. "We need to use a war to tell them who is the king!"

"They won't fight head-on. My dear daughter, didn't you just suffer at the hands of those assassins?"

Being overly energetic is never a good thing for a city lord. She should learn to be calmer. The old city lord thought to himself as he sat on his recliner.

"Not some, just one." Thinking of the daring assassin, Ella's face couldn't help but blush.

But don't think that this is a sign of shyness. It is a blush caused by self-shame.

As the next city lord who is sure to be elected, he can't even handle a banquet. Who else would have the confidence to believe that he can rule this city?

Besides, he is just an assassin who can enter the banquet hall that he has carefully decorated alone. So where will he appear next time?

He failed to kill himself mainly because the adventurer obstructed his actions, not because he was sharp enough to avoid the attack. So, will he be so lucky next time?

"Then he is a man of talent," the old city lord declared decisively. Those aging eagle eyes, behind their lenses, inexplicably reflected a sharp light. He was indeed old, but while time had robbed him of his ambition and health, it had also left him with something: a sharp eye and a shrewd way of dealing with things.

"Do you have any ideas?" he asked.

Ella knew that at this moment her father was not only questioning his daughter Ella, but also questioning the future mayor of Cori City.

"I want to subdue him." Ella knelt on one knee, assuming the solemn posture of a subordinate answering his superior.

Her eyes shone like lights, making people trust her and follow her. "I will do whatever it takes to win him over and make him serve me. Even if he asks to become a new noble and enter the temple as a believer, I will satisfy him. No matter how much I am criticized by other nobles, I will persevere."

The old city lord knew his daughter well. From birth, she had everything: beauty, talent, power and wealth. This also led to her strong self-esteem and her stubbornness of "rather go down the same path till the end than look back".

But it still surprised him that someone was willing to pay such a huge price for one person, so he asked, "Is he valuable?"

"He possesses wisdom that ordinary people dare not even imagine. He is not even a commoner. He is a man who can be stubborn even in the slums, yet smart enough to teach himself how to make guns and explosives. If he were given an aristocratic education, what kind of genius would be born?"

Ella couldn't wait to share her shock with her father.

"Before I saw the finished products with my own eyes, I never imagined that these scraps could create such powerful forces. He has perfected every detail to a level of perfection that would bring even the mechanical goddess Mani to tears, saving materials as much as possible and maximizing power."

"His gun is practically made from scrap metal like steel pipes, but even so, its accuracy is still impressive. I even sent someone to test it for water ingress. Guess the result? Only one jammed in ten attempts, and after more attempts, the probability is getting smaller and smaller."

"This is definitely not something that can be summed up as genius. And there's also the timing. At that time, I was truly completely unprepared..."

"Enough!" The old city lord interrupted the long speech. "I no longer have the energy to listen to his great achievements. Ella, I only hope you remember one thing: you are my pride, and you always have been."

The old city lord waved his hand, motioning Ella closer. "So, I hope you'll let go of your obsession with machinery. I want you to promise that no matter how much you cherish his talent or how reluctant you are to let him go, if that 'him' refuses to submit to you, you will absolutely kill him."

"Father……"

"I want you to swear in the name of Mani, the God of Machinery."

"I... am. I swear only in the name of Mani, the God of Machinery, that if that person refuses to submit to me, I will kill him."

"Very good. Ella, my good child."

The reluctance in Ella's words was so obvious that people couldn't help but laugh at this naive child. Of course, the only one who had the right to laugh at her was the elderly father in front of her.

Getting back to the topic, the ELO organization still has to deal with it eventually.

"The rationing system has been passed down. Now, all we need to do is hold our horses. The longer we wait, the better. In terms of force, they're like wooden toys trying to fight real weapons against us. In terms of logistics, if they keep eating up all the resources they have, with so many people and so many mouths to feed, they'll eventually be left with nothing."

The old city lord calmly offered his daughter a reassurance, "They don't have much time left to struggle. After a comfortable life, they will face their doom. When that happens, I really want to meet their commander and see what kind of deceptive power he has."

"After a long period of food shortage, people's behavior will become unpredictable. If there is a riot..." What should ordinary people do?

"Don't worry, human hearts are much weaker than you think. Before that time comes, they will surrender on their own and eagerly send ELO members to the guillotine in exchange for their own survival." The old city lord stood up, took off the ring on his hand and threw it into the stove, watching it melt bit by bit until it turned into a pool of golden water.

"When the time comes, they will devour the commander they once supported even more passionately than these flames."

Chapter 12: Underground Entertainment City

Remus's housekeeper confessed to Remus's crimes, as if she had been waiting for this day. Not only did she hand over all the evidence quickly, but she also led everyone to Remus's private vaults with ease. During the whole process, she kept her back straight and was very polite, as if she was still a housekeeper, but had a new master.

She had no relatives, which was why Remus trusted her, but also soon became the reason why she betrayed Remus without hesitation.

Her only wish was to live, and it didn't matter whether she lived well or badly.

When a still innocent young man asked her, "Since you know that what you've done is the most evil and sinful act in the world, why don't you resist? If you don't covet the glory here, and don't covet your power, then why don't you fight for the justice in your heart? Just like us!"

The gentleman's butler simply nodded slightly at her, stubbornly adhering to her gentlemanly etiquette, "Ma'am, because I was Mr. Remus's butler at the time."

She had always been so dedicated, so when her loyalty shifted to Yun Shuo, she was no exception. Regardless of Yun Shuo's needs or not, she wrote down everything she knew and sent it to Yun Shuo's desk.

It was from her that Yun Shuo first learned about the existence of the "underground entertainment city".

Nobles disliked labor and preferred having everything provided for them, yet they were also suspicious of everyone. This is where the carefully trained butler came in. He would manage all domestic affairs and handle diplomatic matters. Of course, a butler's duty was to ensure their master's physical and mental comfort, so they also needed to find exciting entertainment.

"Underground Entertainment City" is a special place, and a special place means special excitement.

There are no explicit rules there. You can even say that there are no laws, morals or other worldly things to restrict you. But there are unspoken rules everywhere. If you make a mistake by mistake, you may end up spending your whole life there.

Your only choice is to follow the rules or pay for the privilege.

Many rare treasures of unknown origin are sold there, and no one will investigate who the real owner is or how the seller got it.

This was the place Yun Shuo had always dreamed of selling stolen goods—Remus had too many weird things that he didn't know what to do with.

Dim lights enveloped the noisy pub, where guests laughed and poured cheap beer down their throats, then pounded their fists on the table to signal for refills.

"What do you want? Bitter beer or barley wine? Everyone who comes here drinks them." The owner of the beer hall wiped the glass with his hand, and the cigarette he was biting swayed up and down with the movement of his lips. A long section of ash grew out and shook there precariously.

"Sweet white wine." Yun Shuo knocked on the table. "Where is the door?"

He carried a bag filled with fragile, useless junk that only wealthy, self-proclaimed gentlemen could appreciate.

What they have in common is that they have nothing to do with tangible things such as gold and silver, but there will always be many nouveau riche who want to climb up the social ladder or show off their wealth and spend a lot of money on them.

The boss snorted, and after Yun Shuo threw a small diamond over, his eyes were directed to the secret door in the back kitchen.

This is a very common door in ordinary people's homes, and the wood used to make it is also very common.

Perhaps the only special thing is the moss, spider webs and things that look like vomit given away by some drunkards passing by, mixed in the cracks of the wood.

Yun Shuo carefully kicked the door open with his foot and walked in amid the nonsense of drunks in the surrounding tavern.

Behind the wooden door is a small and deep tunnel. Without any candlelight, everything is pitch black. Only the touch of the soil under the feet and above the ceiling is real and reliable, which always reminds people of the unfathomable tunnels dug by gold diggers.

Of course, there are still advantages here. After all, Yun Shuo doesn't need to carry an extra iron cage filled with furry mice to check whether there is enough oxygen here for people to survive.

The ground under his feet was wet and sticky, so Yun Shuo had no choice but to carry the backpack upside down in his arms, carefully protecting these delicate little things, and groping his way down step by step using his hands and feet.

Until he stepped on the small piece of steel plate at the bottom, he silently spread out his hands, tried his best to support himself with his arms, stood on tiptoe and knocked quietly four times, three times hard and one light, and then repeated it twice.

This means "one of us, alone, open the door."

Yun Shuo held his breath and waited. The steel plate hesitated for a long time before sending the message, so long that Yun Shuo suspected that he had remembered the date it opened incorrectly.

After hearing the answering knock, Yun Shuo knocked twice more, and then twice more lightly, which meant "For sale. No designated owner."

A small window opened in the center of the steel plate, and a blue eye looked out through the window. "In the name of faith."

"A crisis of faith." Yun Shuo replied.

With a "whoosh", the steel plate was suddenly pulled inward. Yun Shuo was extremely careful and was not pulled down by the sudden gust of wind.

"The guy who came from the civilian road?" The blue eyes stared at him. "We're old acquaintances. You don't need me to show you the way, do you?"

Yun Shuo didn't say anything, but took out a wooden sign from his backpack. The wood was unknown, but it had a strange fragrance and was obviously worth a lot of money. Then he threw it to the blue-eyed man without hesitation.

His rough, broad hands opened and closed, easily catching it. He put it under his nose and took a deep sniff. His eyes immediately lit up, "This is mine."

A question was turned into a statement. Her greed was obvious.

Yun Shuo could clearly see that this person's attitude had changed 180 degrees from before.

Although wrapped in a black robe, she looked like a long black wooden barrel from a distance, without any curves at all, but when the tall and mighty waitress saw Yun Shuo's flat chest, her eyes were full of teasing.