99% of players get robbed when transporting goods by red-named players. I'm the only one who got robbed and beaten to death too. →_→
The only solution is to make the red-named player my little tagalong. →_→
Challenge Letter:
Sheep: "Boss, can I talk to you about something? Could you be my bodyguard..."
God: "You're using a challenge letter to ask that? What a coward."
Sheep: "Be my bodyguard, and I'll give you ten percent of what I earn in the war zone!"
God: "I'd make more by killing you outright."
Sheep: "Boss, you're forcing me to quit the game!"
God: "Would you really be able to?"
Sheep was cursing inwardly, but put on a cheerful voice. "Boss, I've only got a few messages left before I hit the challenge limit. Can we get down to business?"
God: "Send me a private message."
Sheep: "But our enmity's already at the level of a stolen wife... We can't add each other as friends or team up. We can only run dungeons to clear it."
God: "Then let's talk somewhere else."
Sheep: "Where?"
God: "237 Linyue Road."
Sheep: "...We're meeting in person, with our relationship like this?"
God: "You can bring a knife."
Sheep: "Boss, are you a man or a woman...?"
God: "A man."
You have reached the challenge limit.
The next day, at 237 Linyue Road... Angel Love Hotel
Sheep: "...What the hell..."
A dark figure suddenly lunged at him and hauled him inside. In the dim light, Sheep could only make out the boss's handsome chin.
God: "What, didn't you come all this way to offer yourself to me? Why are you hiding? Make me happy, and I'll be your bodyguard in the war zone."
Sheep sniffled. "I-I-I'm... an amateur... I've never done this before... I'm sure you won't be satisfied, Boss..."
God leaned closer. "Don't be afraid. I'm not demanding."
A petty, absurdly powerful top x a money-grubbing merchant bottom who gives in at the drop of a hat
