Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane! - Chapter 979
Chapter 979: Prepare for Action
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Meng Chao had no problem with Big Buck’s fetishes.
He just seriously considered the possibility of snatching and interrogating Big Buck inside the sugarhouse.
The conclusion was that it was very difficult.
For understandable reasons, the security inside the sugarhouse was even tighter than that of the temples and warehouses.
It was also watertight in terms of soundproofing and preventing prying eyes.
To enter the sugarhouse for pleasure, one needed to visit many times and be recommended by trusted regulars.
The regulars were, of course, secretive about their hobbies.
No matter how disguised Meng Chao was, it was impossible for him to get into this small circle in a few days.
He could only do it on the way to or from the sugarhouse from Big Buck.
The advantage was that there were many places in the poor streets and alleys that could be ambushed.
As long as they shot Big Buck’s throat at the first moment, they would not be afraid of him making a sound, and they could at least take action for a few minutes.
The disadvantage was that on the way to or from sugarhouse, Big Buck’s vigilance must have been raised to the extreme.
It was not that he was afraid of being assassinated.
It was that he was afraid of being seen.
Moreover, before the guests who patronized the sugarhouse walked through the narrow door with cat’s ears painted on it, they would never put their arms around each other’s shoulders like they did at the “normal” place of fireworks and loudly show off their bravery.
They would often shrink their necks, avoid eye contact, stick close to the wall and walk alone.
Even if they met in a small alley, they would maintain a distance of three to five arms and definitely not make eye contact with people of the same path.
In such an environment, it was almost impossible for Meng Chao to pretend to be an acquaintance of Big Buck and kill him with one strike before he activated his totem battle armor.
Meng Chao mapped the terrain around the sugarhouse and found eleven very hidden ambush points.
But no matter which ambush point he jumped out from, there was at least a distance of seven to eight arms between him and Big Buck.
With his heavily injured battle strength, it was impossible for him to cross this distance before Big Buck activated his totem battle armor.
Once Big Buck put on his totem battle armor,.
His battle strength would be above the current Meng Chao.
Even though Meng Chao still had the confidence to kill him.
It was impossible to capture him alive and interrogate him in detail without alerting anyone.
In three days, Meng Chao had drawn up seven action plans.
He had simulated them 231 times in the depths of his brain.
He had updated more than ten versions of each of the seven action plans.
In the end, he had rejected all the versions.
On the fourth day, he heard from the handyman who was responsible for cleaning the arena where Big Buck was, that Big Buck had been involved in a conflict.
The Fuse was common in the arena.
It was nothing more than the audience being too rough. They threw all kinds of dangerous items, including the Iron Caltrops, onto the arena and insulted the ancestors of the Gladiators when they booed.
The audience tried to stop them, but they still couldn’t control the situation. Instead, their anger grew stronger and stronger. In the end, it turned into a chaotic battle among the audience.
There were two deeper reasons.
The first was that the young warrior of the iron sheet clan, ‘Poison Stinger’, had suffered a great loss in the arena set up by the Bloody Hoof clan when he made his debut, which made the iron sheet clan lose all face.
It must be known that the iron sheet clan and the Bloody Hoof clan had been fighting for thousands of years over who was the leader of the Bloody Hoof Clan.
For now, though, the Blood Hoof Clan was the number one family.
A boar warrior did not want to step on the Minotaurs’ horns as the Blood Hoofed banner that blew in the wind was snatched over.
However, the audience member that clashed with Big Buck was none other than a wild boar man…
And a member of the Ironhide Clan, from a wild boar people settlement called Red Creek Town.
In the local, relying on the name of the tin family, is also tyrannical, lawless accustomed to.
Who knew, in response to the Ironhide Clan’s enlistment, the entire Red Creek Town’s elites poured out. When they came to Black-corner City, they saw the Ironhide Clan’s Poison Stinger mangled. Even his totem armor was torn to pieces.
The killer of the One Million Steam Hammer, Ice Storm, didn’t officially join the Bloody Hoof Clan.
However, she was one of the four aces in the Blood Skull Arena.
Most of the audience already thought of her as one of Casanova Bloodhoof’s .
From the region, the young and feisty boar warriors were naturally filled with rage against the Blood Hoof Clan.
The other cause of the inevitable conflict, however, is coincidence.
This wild boar man from Red Creek Town was also coincidentally known as Buck.
Buck meant “machete.”
It was catchy and domineering.
It was a very popular name for advanced orcs who didn’t have much vocabulary and imagination.
The problem was that when the two Bucks met, especially when there was friction, things became awkward.
As the saying went, “there was no room for two tigers on the same mountain.”
The Turan people, who were always filled with anger and ready to fight, could not tolerate anyone sharing the same glorious and domineering name with them.
It was just like the adjudicator of the Blood Skull Arena, Casanova Bloodhoof. He took several years to beat all the people named “Sanova” until they were half-dead or entirely dead.
It was to ensure that there was no one with the same name in Black-corner City.
Although Big Buck was not as overbearing as Casanova and it was impossible for him to kill all the Bucks who gathered in Black-corner City…
When another Buck was dangling in front of his eyes and had a conflict with him, the two sides were destined to not shake hands and have a showdown.
It was the same for Mr. Buck who came from Red Creek town.
Thus, Big Buck Blood Hoof and Buck Red Creek, the two Turan gentlemen who were full of courage and honor, staged a fair, harmonious, and sporting battle according to the traditions of the Turan people.
In order to show respect for the good name, Buck, and stimulate both parties to go all out, they even gambled on a piece of wrist guard of their respective totem battle armors.
The matter had reached this stage, and finally, from the usual small friction, it became difficult to back down.
In the end, Big Buck punched Mr. Wild Boar Buck from Red Creek Town out og the arena, winning a piece of the opponent’s wristband.
Before everyone’s eyes, wild boar Buck did not renege on his promise.
But the matter clearly did not end there.
According to the odd-job workers, after this battle, wild boar Buck from Red Creek Town felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, and he treated Big Buck as an irreconcilable mortal enemy.
Every day, he would rub his hands together in the tavern and roar loudly to seek revenge. If he were to enter the arena with Big Buck again, this time, he would definitely win Big Buck’s totem battle armor.
The servants even heard that some people even saw that when Buck, the wild boar had drunk enough of the inferior soju wine brewed from mandrake fruit shells, he smashed the table made of mandrake tree stump with his palm and discussed with the other clansmen from Red Creek Town. He wanted to beat Big Buck up and take away his full set of totem battle armor.
The tavern that Buck, the wild boar frequented was very easy to find.
His position was also very eye-catching.
In fact, he had never concealed his intention to seek revenge on Big Buck.
This was also a tradition of the Turan people.
In any conflict, losing to the opponent, no matter how badly bruised he was, he did not even know his parents. The most important thing was not to heal his injuries, but to shout loudly so that the entire Turan knew that he would seek revenge sooner or later.
Otherwise, if the loser slipped away without saying a word, others would only think that he was afraid of the winner and would never be able to lift his head up.
Losing was one thing…
Whether he could win or not, whether he really wanted to seek revenge or not, he had to let go of such harsh words like “if you have the ability, don’t run and we’ll see.”
Even though he might not be able to fulfill one out of ten harsh words…
Meng Chao still quickly drew up a brand-new action plan around this conflict.
In the next four days, he was preparing for the new plan.
He was scouting out the slums, deducing from the depths of his brain, and understanding the psychological mapping, character sketches, as well as relationship between Big Buck and the wild boar, Buck.
He also had to spy on and follow the people coming in and out of the sugarhouse.
If they were not guests, the guests would be very alert. They often had a certain level of force and background, so it was difficult to find a flaw in a short time.
Meng Chao was mainly following the manservants in the sugarhouse, those delicate-looking rat workers.
Compared with the guests, the manservants were more than half less alert.
No one would be interested in the aesthetic taste of these rat people with a lowly bloodline.
For the daily operation of the sugarhouse, the servants had to go to the market to purchase all kinds of goods, dishes, and raw materials. The people they came in contact with were more complex and had more room for activities.
The eve of the new round of hundred-man team battle…
Meng Chao found the perfect solution for the 135th possible change in the action plan.
He finished the last mental portrait of Big Buck.
He also got the last material needed for the operation.
And finished the modification and grinding of the last tool.
It was a hard, sharp-edged, serrated lancet.
It could easily decompose tendons and muscles, and even strip off the complete neural network.
He could also carve flowers on the toughest animal skulls.
In addition, he had figured out the two Mr. Bucks’ most likely course of action for tomorrow night.
Now there was only one question.
How should they win this hundred-man team battle tomorrow?
