Chapter 376 The Empress Lost, with Serious Consequences
Others rushed in, their eyeballs nearly popping out in shock!
They wore a uniform twist to their expressions.
They... were sure they hadn’t entered the wrong room?
Inside the private room, they saw nine pig heads - no, that’s not right - nine people beaten into pig heads, squatting in a corner, lined up playing a game...
Meanwhile, at the table, a stalwart man, with a swollen face bluish with bruises and blood-smeared tissues stuffed up his nostrils, held Xia Weibao’s phone and played ’King of Glory’ with a look of utter despair.
The tabletop was strewn with several disassembled handguns.
Xia Weibao sat next to the stalwart man, a spicy strip lodged in her mouth, earnestly dismantling and assembling a machine gun in her hands...
What on earth... what the heck was happening here?
Zhao Wen and the others were mystified; perhaps they were opening this wrong...
Hearing the kick at the door, Xia Weibao lifted her head and, seeing Fang Lilin, broke into a joyful smile.
She waved the dismantled gun in her hand. "Commander."
But as she spoke, the spicy strip fell out of her mouth.
Xia Weibao’s heart was shattered, gazing at the spicy strip fallen on the tabletop - it was her last one!
She really wanted to pick it up and eat it.
But one must maintain their image.
The stalwart man looked up sharply upon hearing this.
Seeing a group of people in military uniforms standing at the door, his hackles rose, and a fierce gleam shone in his eyes.
But unexpectedly...
Slap!
Xia Weibao brought her palm down on his head with such force that it banged his head on the table.
A thud sounded, making everyone wince for the pain.
The stalwart man lifted his head, a lump the size of an egg instantly forming on his forehead.
It hurt so much, he wanted to cry.
"What are you looking at? Keep playing! If you don’t get me to ’King’ rank today, Her Majesty the Empress will beat you to death!"
The stalwart man wanted to cry. Just kill me already.
After years of being the bad guy, he’d never taken such a terrible fall!
Was there anyone else more miserable than them?
The backstory was like this: those men had initially come with excited expectations of bedding a beauty.
But the timing of their entry was just awful.
It was just at the final moment of Her Majesty the Empress’s game; she got startled, her hand trembled, and she died in the game, which she then lost.
And that wasn’t all; after dying for the dozenth time, she got reported for intentional feeding.
What kind of person Her Majesty the Empress is, everyone’s well aware by now, she’d even beat up her own husband if he caused her to lose a game!
So, you can imagine the fury unleashed; she beat them until they wet themselves!
On realizing her ferocity, those men, terrified, drew their guns.
Heh, they readily offered themselves up as human punching bags, perhaps hoping to amend their mistake through suffering.
But the audacity to resist Her Majesty the Empress in her rage? You can guess what happened next.
Her Majesty the Empress snapped their guns in two right there and then!
Scared out of their wits, those guys shook like leaves, then got beaten until they couldn’t even recognize their own mothers, crying and screaming on the ground.
They couldn’t even run away if they tried.
After the beating, she picked them up, threw them in a corner, hands on hips she scolded them roundly; her rank had dropped from ’King’ to ’Bronze,’ so they were to help her rank back up.
As for how one could fall from ’King’ rank to ’Bronze’ in just one match, that wasn’t important.
Victors be kings, losers be dregs; those who lose have no right to complain.
Her Majesty the Empress said she dropped from ’King’ to ’Bronze,’ and so she did.
Therefore, they had to play her back up!
As for those who couldn’t play, no worries, each person had to download the game, squat in the corner, and practice until they were ready to play.
After all, they’d take turns; they’d be released only when her account made it back to ’King’ rank.
And that was the scene Fang Lilin and the others walked into.
The stalwart man was close to tears; her account was cursed, losing match after match.