The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 218

Chapter 218

Fortunately, even though Xie Quan is a gambler, his house still has hot water. Turning on the water heater, Ling Chunann realized he didn't bring his clothes and re-entered after a glance at the mirror. He messed with his neck-length exaggerated green hair, "Is this some kind of fashion now?"

098: "To the host, this hairstyle is quite popular now. According to the original text, it seems the original host's friends all had similar styles, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet - quite the spectacle."

Ling Chunann: "..."

After showering, Ling Chunann found a set of clothes from a year ago, before the original host started following non-mainstream fashion, and pulled up the slightly short sleeves. He then fished out a dozen coins from a long-forgotten piggy bank and left the house.

"Host, what are you planning to do now?" 098 asked, as he had just mentioned going to sleep.

"Can't sleep, going for a haircut." Ling Chunann said, tossing the coins in his hand.

"That's not enough money." 098 remarked.

Ling Chunann didn't respond to 098's comment and slowly walked out of the old neighborhood. He encountered many people along the way, all of whom avoided him with expressions as if they had seen a venomous insect, except for a blind man who did not avoid him.

This shows the original host's reputation among the local residents.

Ling Chunann didn't mind their gazes and casually walked through the back alley of the neighborhood, entering a bustling street... next to an arcade.

The arcade was noisy, filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes. Various delinquents were cursing while playing games. The arcade owner was lounging with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at his old computer screen, which was filled with green.

Ling Chunann glanced at the computer screen, "Boss Cao, exchange these for sixteen game tokens."

The impatient owner waved his hand, "Do it yourself."

Familiar with the process, Ling Chunann exchanged the coins for game tokens. The background era of this world is about twenty years ahead of Ling Chunann's original world. The arcade was popular for a gambling machine, known colloquially as the slot machine, with just one button to press. The randomness and simplicity of the game did not deter people from trying their luck, hoping for a big win despite the high chance of losing money.

A redhead youth in front of Ling Chunann was losing all his money, hitting the slot machine in frustration.

Ling Chunann stood still for two seconds, then patted the youth on the shoulder.

The redhead exploded, "Motherf*cker! Looking for death? Dare to hit your grand..." He suddenly saw Ling Chunann and quickly swallowed his words, laughing awkwardly, "Yan, Yan bro, you're here to play too?"

"My grandpa?" Ling Chunann smiled nonchalantly.

"No, no, my grandpa, my grandpa." The redhead quickly corrected himself. "Please, Yan bro, go ahead."

Aside from a few familiar with Xie Ziyan, the local delinquents generally kept their distance from him. Xie Ziyan wasn't very strong or muscular, but his fearlessness in fights was well-known in the area.

After the redhead yielded the slot machine to Ling Chunann, he didn't leave immediately but watched him play.

Ling Chunann didn't mind being watched and skillfully inserted two game tokens, then pressed the button.

Unsurprisingly, those casually inserted tokens disappeared without a trace.

"Ah..." The redhead sighed beside him, looking more anxious than Ling Chunann, "Damn, I always thought this slot machine was rigged. Never seen anyone win here, Yan bro..."

Ling Chunann glanced at him, and the redhead quickly shut up, smiling ingratiatingly, "Keep going, keep going."

"Host, do you need help?" 098 offered, proficient in dealing with such ordinary gambling machines.

"No need." Ling Chunann declined 098's help and inserted two more tokens.

Then, 098 and the redhead watched tensely as Ling Chunann lost several rounds. When only two tokens remained, the redhead grew angry, "This shitty arcade is definitely scamming us, Yan bro, just give the word, and I'll find someone to trash this place."

"Host, are you sure you don't want my help?" 098 seemed eager to try.

"No." Ling Chunann nonchalantly put the last two tokens in.

As the spinning slots gradually came to a halt, the redhead's cursing voice suddenly stopped, and his mouth fell open, "Five, five hundred?"

The largest amount on the slot machine was five hundred. As the machine dinged and coins cascaded out, attracting many onlookers' attention, even the stock-obsessed owner looked up in surprise at Ling Chunann.

"People thought he had stepped in dog shit luck."

"Redhead." Ling Chunann patted the stunned redhead's shoulder, then pointed at the counter below.

Seeing the overflowing game tokens and then the counter, the redhead ran like a rabbit to grab a basket from below, helping Ling Chunann collect the tokens with a big grin, "Boss, gonna keep playing?"

Ling Chunann shook his head, handing a handful of tokens to the redhead, "Got something to do, won't play anymore. Enjoy yourself."

"Alright." Holding about twenty or thirty game tokens, the redhead's smile was ear to ear.

Ling Chunann placed a bag of tokens on the counter, "Boss Cao, exchange these for cash."

"You little rascal, lucky today. You've won two days of my earnings." Boss Cao began counting the tokens but quickly grew impatient, "Forget it, take five hundred. Don't let me see you for a week."

Ling Chunann pocketed the five hundred-yuan notes and glanced at the computer screen again, "I recommend buying the third stock."

"What do you know, kid?" Boss Cao scoffed. "I started trading stocks when you were still drinking milk."

Though he said this, after Ling Chunann left, Boss Cao closely examined the mentioned stock. However, based on his years of trading experience, the stock seemed to have no potential for growth. Shaking his head, he dismissed it as child's talk and lost interest.

After getting the money, Ling Chunann didn't immediately gather his followers. Instead, he seemed very interested in shopping.

Not believing Ling Chunann's luck was just luck, 098 didn't dare to ask what he was planning, but the time for the male lead to find his golden finger was drawing closer, and it couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Don't worry, we still have an hour." Ling Chunann wandered onto a nearby antique street.

A group was gathered around a stall where an old man dressed as a Taoist priest sat, smiling as he watched the bustling crowd. Once they quieted down, he spoke, "This Buddha sculpture is authentically carved from thousand-year-old purple sandalwood..."

"Host, it's fake. A real thousand-year-old relic would contain spiritual energy. This Taoist priest is a fraud." 098 instantly debunked the priest's scam.

"Hmm, I still have some discernment." Ling Chunann responded with a smile.

098: "Yes, yes, the host is the best!"

"Thanks for the praise."

"..."

After finishing his theory, the Taoist priest closed his eyes again, appearing profound and unfathomable.

Then, a young man squeezed through the crowd and walked away casually. 098: "Host, he's a thief! He just took something from the stall."

Before 098 finished speaking, Ling Chunann was already following the young thief.

The nervous thief occasionally looked back, but it seemed he couldn't see Ling Chunann, automatically ignoring him.

098, puzzled, asked, "Host, why doesn't he notice you?"

"Probably because I'm too ordinary."

098: "..." It didn't believe that. Not to mention the decently handsome face, the exaggerated green hair alone wouldn't fit the definition of "ordinary." But recalling Ling Chunann's past profession and his ability to avoid fan recognition without any special effort, 098 somewhat understood.

Ling Chunann smiled and continued following the young man into an alley.

Perhaps due to his hurried pace, the thief dropped something at the corner of the alley, too nervous to notice.

Ling Chunann picked it up.

"Counterattack value +20%, current counterattack value is 20%, please continue to work hard, host."

Amazed, 098 asked, "Host, how did you know the jade pendant would appear here?"

"Nothing comes from nowhere." Ling Chunann tossed the jade pendant in his hand, "Let's go get a haircut."

Not far from the alley, Ling Chunann passed by an ordinary-looking young man.

The young man, Zhang Chiyuan, paused, turning to look at the person he had just passed, but only saw a flash of exaggerated green hair disappearing around the corner. He stood there, puzzled, for a few seconds, feeling as if something was missing, but couldn't figure out what. Shaking off the feeling, he continued towards his destination.

At the barber shop, Ling Chunann first dyed his hair back to black, then, while getting a haircut, he asked, "098, check if there's a time limit for this world mission?"

"Responding to the host, there is no time limit."

"Check the world level again." Ling Chunann half-closed his eyes, hiding his expression.

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