“You betcha!” Both brothers sauntered off toward the vendor, who was studying a stack of receipts at the counter. They called, “Hey, we want 20 lamb skewers, 20 slices of roasted loin, 20 grilled squid skewers, and some potato slices? Oh, and finally a grilled fish.”

The owner’s wife looked up and saw the two dashing young men. She broke into a grin. “Ah, it’s you two! Give me a minute.”

Her husband turned around as well. He smiled and asked, “Do you guys want any noodles?”

Anderson propped his hand on the frame of the stall. “Yes, three bowls of spicy chicken pasta with all the pickles. How much?”

“Please scan the QR code here,” said the wife. She tallied up their order and announced the sum.

Once the two brothers had settled the bill, they sat down next to Ashlyn.

For a while, the three didn’t exchange a single word. Each of them was hooked on their own phone.

“Hey Boss, how about a round of PUBG?”

“Yes, Boss! We haven’t done that in a while!”

Ashlyn arched a brow. She taunted, “What’s the matter? Itching to get your butts handed to you again?”

Harrison flashed her a smug grin. “Hah! We’ll see about that.”

Ashlyn smirked. She quickly found the game on her phone.

She tapped on the icon and typed in her account details on the login page.

moment she logged in, she was greeted by a string of chirps from the speaker icon at the bottom of

before joining a match with the

a short while, a character in a plain, red shirt entered

soon as she entered the arena, Ashlyn’s eyes lost their distracted glaze.

Soon, she managed

ruthless and clinical precision, she dispatched all her opponents in the game with a shot to the head. This is

muted. So, a bunch of notifications popped up on her

You killed MayTheForestBeWithYou!

You killed LookingForLove!

You killed WhereTheSunDontShine!

You killed PupArazzi!

You killed TheGhostOfChristmasPast!

You killed 21 players!

You killed 22 players!

stared intensely

stall, and her dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled. Her hair was already

one of them was resting against the foot of the table, in a

but her fingers were

and Harrison glowered at their phones. Anderson whined, “Boss, why did you kill us

cried, “I

another

weren’t the only ones who were

felt a gnawing pit of despair

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