Chapter Seven: A Breeding Team? Part 2 of 2

The six new reincarnators stood one after another before Liu Mengchao, and at the same time the system prompt rang in his ear.

Ding...

Name: Long Xiang.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Potential: 5/10.

A mercenary? Liu Mengchao glanced expressionlessly at the reincarnator standing beside the little girl. A face thick with beard, and a silver headscarf wrapped around his black hair.

"My name is Long Xiang." The man, who looked every bit the middle-aged uncle, stepped forward and said, "I once fought in the Vietnam War. If I had a gun..."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted straight down to Liu Mengchao's waist.

Boom!

A bullet tore past his ear.

"If you had a gun, you'd die even faster!" Liu Mengchao holstered Ebony and Ivory. "And I don't like talkative people."

Once fear takes hold of people, they will desperately try to speak with others. That may not help them escape their present predicament, but it can change the source of their fear.

However, Liu Mengchao looked at the reincarnators before him and laughed coldly inwardly. You'd better obediently contribute to the point pool. It's rare to run into such a fool this time, someone willing to hand over his entire fortune.

Ding...

The system prompt sounded again.

Name: Zhen Qianting.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: War correspondent.
Potential: 4/10.

A war correspondent? Liu Mengchao narrowed his eyes at the short-haired woman. From the very beginning, she had been standing in the corner, a pen clipped at her chest. The red-framed glasses on her face, however, gave her a rather proper and scholarly air.

"My name is Zhen Qianting," the female reporter said with a smile. "I'm very glad to meet you all."

"I'm not glad at all. I just think this is terribly unlucky."

The speaker was not Liu Mengchao, but a pale-faced man.

Ding!

Name: Tao Yunchuan.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Network engineer, professional hacker.
Potential: 3/10.

Pale complexion, long deprived of sunlight, poor physical condition. Liu Mengchao was certain that the man who had just spoken was the so-called Tao Yunchuan.

"Pleased to meet you, pleased to meet you." An old man walked forward at a leisurely pace and stood in the middle of the crowd. "My name is Zhang Han. If not for that letter, I never would have imagined I would end up here. I used to be an engineer, though I recently retired."

A letter!

The moment Liu Mengchao heard those words, his brow faintly furrowed.

This old man was no simple character.

Whether it was his tone or the way he spoke.

His voice was calm, which made people instinctively believe him. And while he was talking, his palm had casually turned outward.

It was a small psychological trick, one that insurance salesmen liked to use very much, if they knew it.

A person's palm is one of the most vulnerable parts of the exposed body. When speaking, showing others your palm makes it easier for them to believe what you say. It was much like the two of you standing there, swords in hand, and you handing your own longsword over to your opponent before you even began to speak.

A very useful little trick.

A very clever man.

Liu Mengchao could not help smiling.

Ding...

Only then did the system prompt slowly drift into Liu Mengchao's ear.

Name: Old Snake.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: Swindler.
Potential: 3/10.

Looks like you've exposed yourself, rookie.

Liu Mengchao smiled faintly, nodded to the old man across from him, then turned and looked at the only person in front of him who seemed even remotely reliable.

A high school student.

And a shut-in otaku Liu Mengchao knew all too well. Round face, a pair of severely nearsighted glasses, and hair that clung messily to his head.

"I..."

The otaku looked around at those beside him, too timid to speak.

"Go on, young man, don't be afraid." Old Snake patted the otaku's back kindly. "In a situation like this, we have to unite. We must weather this storm together and help one another."

"Mm!"

The otaku nodded hard.

Ding...

Listening to the system prompt in his ear, Liu Mengchao smiled.

Name: Zhao Weijie.
Gender: Male.
Occupation: High school student.
Potential: 2/10.

A high school student, huh...?

Liu Mengchao lowered his head in thought and slowly nodded. It seemed that this high school student would be the way he learned the plot this time.

"My name is Zhao Weijie..." The otaku shrank in on himself, cast a grateful look at Old Snake, then said cautiously to Liu Mengchao, "I've watched a lot of movies and anime, and I've played a lot of games. I won't hold everyone back."

Snap.

Liu Mengchao snapped his fingers, then turned to look at the person standing at the very end.

Liu Ling, holding a doll.

"And you? The last one."

Before Liu Ling could answer, the system told Liu Mengchao for her.

Name: Liu Ling.
Gender: Female.
Occupation: Illustrator.
Potential: 1/10.

"My name is Liu Ling..." The doll in the girl's arms slowly opened its mouth and, from that pitch-black cavity, issued a sound. "My name is Jirui Xue."

As she spoke, the girl lifted the doll in her arms. The doll crossed its hands before its chest, then bowed formally to the others.

"I'm a doll. From today onward, we're teammates. Please take care of me."

"A... please... please..." The hair on the otaku's back stood on end all at once. His teeth chattered so hard that he could not even get a complete sentence out.

"It's ventriloquism, little sister, isn't it?" Old Snake said with a smile, strolling over to Liu Ling's side.

"Forget the ventriloquism. This is too creepy." Long Xiang, with his beard, also walked over and said, "I used to be a mercenary. I'll definitely protect you when the time comes. Of course..."

As he spoke, Long Xiang looked at Liu Mengchao and gave a thumbs-up.

"That'll be under the boss's leadership!"

Are you afraid I'll kill you? Liu Mengchao frowned as he watched Long Xiang's expression. He had already lost all interest in exposing this man's act. The instant he saw him, his eyes had already spoken.

And by eyes, he did not mean the mercenary's eyeballs, but his upper and lower eyelids. The upper lids lifted high; that might have been surprise, but at the same time the lower lids were equally tense. That was definitely fear.

As for the reason... Liu Mengchao looked at the two pistols in his arms, and the red cloak draped over his body.

He had made his entrance by mercilessly terrifying the newcomers, full of killing intent, with a powerful enhancement of his own, yet not a single veteran teammate at his side.

Did they take me for a farming squad?

Thinking of that, Liu Mengchao smiled.

"All right, since introductions are finished, I can speak now."

As he said this, Liu Mengchao drew the pair of guns at his waist.

Ebony and Ivory.

"This is my farming squad."

Silence. No sound at all.

Only the otaku's teeth chattered faintly, click-click, click-click.

"The Main God... mission..."

"My name is," Liu Mengchao said, not even glancing at the terrified reincarnators before him, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After more than a dozen gunshots, the smoke slowly dispersed.

To everyone's astonishment, a line of words had appeared on the ground before them.

Only three words.

Liu Mengchao.

Liu Mengchao lowered the twin pistols and looked at the pool points before him.

Current pool: 708,000 points.

"And what I just said was a lie." Liu Mengchao smiled as he patted the otaku on the shoulder. "At the very least, I'm not the squad leader. So, fat boy, tell me the plot."

Current pool: 710,000 points.

Liu Mengchao smiled. He suddenly felt that a betting agreement was rather nice after all. At the very least, the doubled increase in pool points was indeed delightfully satisfying.

Heh, heh, heh... heh, heh, heh... I suddenly saw a reader in the review section asking me to comment on Nanjing's weather.... I really have nothing left to say.... When summer comes, come to Nanjing with me to eat Hami melons, all right?

Thanks to Knight's Night, Masai Worm, Yangqiwei, Book, Not the Person, Xuan Yuan the Killer, Ice Fairy, and the ever-changing Rainbow for the tips~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~