Chapter 529 - 501: The Young President

Chapter 529: Chapter 501: The Young President

’The wilds it is, then. It’s not like I’m here to actually play the game anyway.’

Fang Chenyi surveyed the small houses in front of him, shaking his head in resignation as he muttered to himself.

Just as Fang Chenyi was shaking his head, a parachute landed right in front of him.

The person had clearly seen Fang Chenyi as well and, without a second thought, made a beeline for the small houses.

Obviously, they wanted to find a weapon as quickly as possible and take Fang Chenyi out.

But Fang Chenyi couldn’t care less. Judging by the other player’s running speed, he didn’t take them seriously at all.

After all, this gaming helmet provided a 99% level of realism.

In other words, 99% of Fang Chenyi’s real-world abilities could be used here. He could feel it from the series of movements he’d made, starting from when he was on the plane.

Just as Fang Chenyi’s lips curled into a smile while watching the guy up ahead, the player glanced back at him.

He was clearly using the third-person camera to check if Fang Chenyi was chasing him.

However, when he saw that Fang Chenyi wasn’t moving, the guy ahead breathed a long sigh of relief. In a flash, he pushed open the door to one of the small houses.

But the instant he pushed the door open, a green mist of blood erupted from his head.

A pained cry followed, and he fell flat on the ground.

’Fang Chenyi’ has knocked down ’Heart Has Turned Cold’ with their fists.

The guy named Heart Has Turned Cold was clearly stunned. He hadn’t even processed why he was already down on the ground.

It was no surprise that Fang Chenyi had knocked him down with a single punch. His fists weren’t ordinary. ’In the real world, what kind of person could even take one of my punches?’

After knocking the player down, Fang Chenyi finally realized—holy shit, he was playing in a four-person squad this round.

He looked quizzically at the small panel in his vision and saw that, sure enough, there was a list of teammates’ names in the top-left corner.

But even though it was a squad game, Fang Chenyi had no intention of finding them. He just wanted to complete this match on his own.

Besides, he was here to test the gaming helmet. If he was with teammates, he might accidentally give something away.

Shaking his head, he didn’t give it any more thought. He raised his fist, about to finish off "Heart Has Turned Cold" who was crawling on the ground. But just then, a voice suddenly piped up:

"Bro, bro, spare me! The game just started and you already downed me. Don’t kill me. How about this, let’s make a deal. You let me go now, and I won’t report you for cheating. What do you say?"

Hearing this, Fang Chenyi was clearly taken aback. He looked at the guy on the ground with a puzzled expression and asked uncertainly,

"Are you talking to me?"

"Heh, there’s no one else around, is there? So, what do you say, bro? You spare me, and I won’t report you for cheating. Don’t think I didn’t see it. Knocking me down with a single punch isn’t normal.

"Plus, I looked back right before I went through the door. You were at least 300 meters away from me, and you weren’t even moving. But the next second, you were right behind me. It’s obvious, man. You’re using a teleportation hack, aren’t you?"

Seeing the guy on the ground speak with such conviction, Fang Chenyi was speechless. But based on the guy’s description, he really did seem like a cheater.

Thinking it over, Fang Chenyi felt it was best not to alert the game administrators just yet, even though the company operating the game now belonged to his family.

After all, there were too many prying eyes, and he hadn’t briefed them yet. It wouldn’t be good if this got out.

Of course, even if the guy really did report him, it wouldn’t be a big deal. At worst, after the match, he could just make a call and tell them he was testing a new piece of gaming hardware.

He could just have them squash the matter, and that would be the end of it.

"Heh, then we have a deal. I’ll let you go. See you around."

After saying this, Fang Chenyi didn’t spare him another glance. He turned and ran straight for the wilds.

"Hey, hey, bro! The loot here, don’t forget to take it! You’re letting me go, so I won’t fight you for it."

Fang Chenyi had just turned when Heart Has Turned Cold’s shouts came from behind. But Fang Chenyi still didn’t look back. He just tossed a sentence over his shoulder, "Haha, our meeting was fated. It’s all yours."

With that, he vanished from Heart Has Turned Cold’s sight in just a few leaps.

「Meanwhile, in a luxurious office on the top floor of a 36-story high-end office building in Qinhuang Island, a handsome young man in his early twenties was sitting behind a large desk, playing on his phone with his legs crossed.」

Just then, there was a KNOCK KNOCK at the door, and a beautiful young woman in professional business attire walked in.

She carefully placed a large stack of documents on the young man’s desk and said in a very respectful tone,

"Young President, this month’s financial reports are out. I’ve placed them here for you."

The young man waved his hand without looking up.

"Alright, I got it. Just leave it there. I’ll look at it after this match. Damn it, some cheater popped out of nowhere and one-punched me."

After saying this, the young man opened the in-game team voice chat and shouted to his teammates,

"You have 30 seconds! Get over here and revive me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a warm sensation on the back of his head.

He closed his eyes comfortably, leaned his head back with practiced ease and, with a WHOOSH, sank into a soft pair.

With his eyes half-closed and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, he couldn’t help but mutter inwardly,

’Goddamn, being the president is the life...’

And this person was none other than "Heart Has Turned Cold," the very player Fang Chenyi had just one-punched in the game...

We won’t delve into how this 20-year-old president spent the following moments busy not only with the hail of bullets in the game, but also with his "big gun" in reality, which also never stopped firing.

Let’s turn our attention back to Fang Chenyi. After leaving that small, remote area, a fun idea suddenly occurred to him.

What if, for this match, he didn’t use any firearms at all? Could he get a chicken dinner with just his bare fists?

The moment the thought appeared, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

’With these fists of mine,’ he thought, ’I can definitely take on the whole game and be unbeatable.’