Chapter 470 Retribution-!

At night, after dinner, Zhang Mu began to distribute strategic treasures according to the 'guild contribution' previously obtained by the members. Except for those players who did not participate in the battle online or rowed during the battle, almost everyone has a share. The most meritorious players such as the original and mythical wounds were directly assigned silver strategic treasures, and the envious members' eyes were blue.

The 'guild contribution system' in the invincible heroes is quite complete. As long as you refer to the data, you can see who is the fierce general and who is the weak soldier, which completely eliminates the possible surnames of members.

I was busy until 10 p.m., and then the share of the stolen goods was finished. Zhang Mu did nothing. In order to thank the Allies, he also specially asked the emperor to send 500 strategic treasures to each of the president of the guild. As for how to distribute them, it was their own business. Zhang Mu didn't care.

"If we fight such a big battle a few more times, our main members can almost make up a complete set of strategic treasures. Huh, it's a little tired, but it's worth it!" Zhang Mu lay lazily on the chair and smoked. In order to prepare for this battle, Zhang Mu paid a lot of effort, saying that he was the first meritorious minister.

"Brother, taking advantage of the new defeat of the wolf of Osaka, our morale is strong. It's better to take advantage of the victory and destroy them. Anyway, the distance between our two guilds is not very far away, and it will arrive in 20 hours." The fat man began to insuish Zhang Mu. Obviously, he hadn't enjoyed the battle during the day.

"No, I can't play now." Zhang Mu shook his head vigorously and yawned, "Don't fight an uncertain war. Chinatown was created by us with great effort, which condensed the painstaking efforts of all of us. We must not interrupt the future of the whole guild for the sake of the moment. But don't worry, there will be more big battles in the future. After saying that, he pinched the fat man's shoulder and said with a tired smile, "When the Frozen Dragon Guild officially enters Chinatown, think about how to go one step further."

The fat man smiled bitterly and said, "It's really awkward. He was so hot during the day, and at night, he became a comrade-in-arms in the guild... Alas, I don't know what others think. Anyway, I'm not used to it."

"Yes... I almost forgot something!" Zhang Mu suddenly remembered a person, immediately stood up from his chair, quickly walked to the balcony, and dialed a phone number.

A few hours ago, the Temple Online Game Club just after the end of Chinatown and the Frozen Temple.

The old temple gun held his forehead with his left hand, with a dead face.

"Brother Gun, don't just get angry. What should we do now? Looking at the meaning of the frozen silkworm talking in the meeting, it seems that he wants to compromise with Chinatown..." Temple Flowers are worried.

The old gun sighed, "Alas, I have never been the opponent of the twelve-winged angel. Now, even the ice can't beat him. It seems that Area E can't stay any longer. Inform the members to prepare to change the area in the next few days.

"Transfer area...?" Temple Huahua hurriedly said, "If we lose the war, we will lose at least 4/5 of our members. It's not a good match! Brother Gun, we might as well be like freezing them... Er..." Temple Huahua didn't finish his words, because he faced an old gun with a look that was enough to kill people.

"Bullshit! Do you want me to join Chinatown? You're fucking crazy, aren't you?" The old gun was furious.

Temple Huahua frowned and said, "In the past, we had ice sealed behind us, but we were not afraid of Chinatown, but now the frozen and crazy dragons have been incorporated into Chinatown. I'm afraid that the strength of the temple alone can't even beat them! Brother Gun, this is the general trend. In a short period of time, no guild can shake Chinatown. I believe that as long as you are willing to apologize to the twelve-winged angel, he will definitely accept us..."

Boom! Have a bang!

The fragile body of the temple flower was punched several meters by the old gun. It knocked over several monitors in a row before stopping, but his face was red and swollen in an instant, and he was at a loss to cover his face. He didn't know that the old gun would take him as a gas bag.

The fight attracted the players in the club to look sideways, and for a moment, the big club became silent.

The old gun shouted with a straight face, "Pay attention to your tone and let me apologize to that hairy boy? Your head is broken! Huahua, you have been with me for so many years. When did you meet me and apologize to someone?

Temple Huahua shook off those comrades-in-arms who tried to help him, gritted her teeth and said, "Old gun, I've had enough of you! I remember this punch. From today on, we will part ways. After saying that, he looked at his comrades-in-arms around him and said loudly, "Which of you would like to come with me?" The Temple guild has been completely abolished, and it makes no sense to stay.

"Fuck! Fuck you!" The old gun of the temple was worried about the anger in his heart and didn't know who to vent it to. He immediately waved his fist and rushed up. He overturned the flowers to the ground three or two times, and the people next to him couldn't pull them.

The temple flower weighs only 130 pounds, and she is a typical scholar. He couldn't stand the punches and kicks of the old gun, and fainted in a few times. The old gun in the temple still felt that it was not enough. He picked up the iron chair next to him and hit Huahua's body fiercely.

The prince of the temple hurried forward and stopped him, "Brother, stop fighting! If you fight again, you will die!"

"Fuck, do you want to be anti-old too? Get out of here!" At this moment, the old gun is more like a mad dog, who catches and bites whomever, even the temple prince who is closest to him is slapped by him.

The prince of the temple stepped back a few steps, glanced at the old gun with resentment, and slowly set up the temple flowers and said to the people beside him, "Let's go, this man is crazy."

"Let's go." Dozens of people stood up from their positions and followed the prince to leave the club.

"Then what?" Zhang Mu gently stroked the railing on the balcony and asked.

"The temple has been completely disbanded, but the old gun does not seem to have quit the game, but went through the transfer procedures alone, which may be an attempt to make a comeback. Hey hey hey hey, twelfth brother, you really have a bad breath for me. The three-handed lion on the other end of the phone was extremely satisfied.

Zhang Mu said slowly, "Since the old gun of the temple has been transferred... then there is no need to monitor him anymore. I will transfer this month's money to your account in a few days. You... take care of yourself."

"Twelfth brother, you... don't want to want to tear down the bridge, do you? If it hadn't been for me, you would have been shot by the old man. You... You can't do this!" The three-handed lion was shocked.

"The cooperative relationship between us is over, and we are forced to hire you... Now the biggest hidden danger of the old gun no longer exists, so... we'd better not contact each other in the future. I hate playing a game and intrigue. This feeling makes me very uncomfortable."

The three-handed lion said urgently: "Twelve...Twelve brothers... Although the old gun is gone, I can collect the information of other guild boss for you. Tell me, which guild are you going to attack next? I'll go in and help you be an undercover agent!"

"No, thank you." Just as Zhang Mu hung up the phone and entered the house, a voice full of vicissitudes came from the toilet of the Temple Club: "Three-handed lion... It turns out that you are an undercover agent, hehe..."

"Ah! Old...old gun...!"

(to be continued)