Chapter 141: Sticking Together No Matter What

Jay Monroe once said that Dane’s codename in Freyos is “Honey Badger.” In Freyos, any codename that’s well-known is either a hacker or a dangerous character—including terrorists, assassins, and members of the Mercenary Guild.

No need to say it out loud, everyone knows which category Dane belongs to.

What’s all this about “so charming, so caring, so loving,” the whole “everyone’s favorite, pamper-the-one” storyline—since when does a terrorist boss do that kind of thing?

[Girls, wake up! Like the risk of dating a regular northern foreigner, maybe you’ll lose a kidney. Like the boss of dangerous folks in Freyos, they’ll pull a knife on you just to keep you alert.]

[Hahaha, I’m dying laughing, Morgan probably never met a guy like this before, even her sleepiness ran away.]

[Renee Morgan should be thankful she’s got some skills, otherwise, if she’d joined this squad, forget being the team darling, she’d probably have gotten kicked out already.]

[Chasing her is the crematorium arc, instantly opened in three seconds. Actually, it’s throwing the pursuit into the crematorium, lmao.]

After Renee Morgan insisted, Dane hesitantly looked at her: “Sure you don’t want my help?”

Renee Morgan: “…”

Dane, as he tucked a military knife into his belt, checked again: “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want me to wake you up?”

“Nope, nope, I’m not even a little sleepy now. I’m wide awake. If we leave right now, I’ve got zero objections.” Renee Morgan awkwardly waved her hand.

Dane finished hiding the knife, nodded, then looked at her and said: “Since you’re so energetic, let’s discuss our plans and head out while you’re awake.”

Renee Morgan’s face froze: “Aren’t we going with Jay Monroe and the others?” They said an hour later—otherwise she wouldn’t have wanted a thirty-minute nap.

“We’re taking a different route, it’s longer. Plus, we need to plan the attack when we get there. After two ambushes, for sure they’ll be on guard.” Dane replied seriously, pulled out the map, and leaned in to analyze the terrain with her.

Renee Morgan pinched her thigh hard. The pain made her fully awake, and she listened blankly as Dane rambled from south to north and then north to south, analyzing Team Red’s customs squad down to the last pair of underwear, finally relaxing and asking: “Did you get it?”

Renee Morgan nodded.

Dane gave a kindly “wise pupil” smile: “Confident?”

Renee Morgan cocked her head: “If I say let me nap for half an hour, I’ll be even more confident. Would you agree?”

Renee Morgan wasn’t serious, but Dane actually fell into deep thought, then casually tossed two words at her: “Go sleep.”

Renee Morgan: “?” That easy?

If she’d known, she would’ve made it sound more serious—like, not sleeping enough means she can’t fight, maybe then he’d get anxious and let her nap until the original time.

Renee Morgan curled up in a corner, knees hugged up, eyelids heavy from fighting, and quickly dropped into deep sleep.

Jay Monroe and the leader weren’t finished talking yet. Glancing back and seeing her curled up in the corner, they both went quiet and took the conversation outside.

Bama’s group and Dane were called out as well.

The girls in the live chat immediately started fangirling again.

[Aww, proved—not every guy is as cold as Dane. Our Jay Monroe is so thoughtful and caring.]

[If you want future prospects, pick Dane as leader. Boyfriend material? Definitely Monroe.]

[Ahh, finally I’m not the only one shipping Monroe and Renee Morgan. They’re crazy compatible! Today Renee got trapped halfway up the border hill, Monroe led the bros and kept rescuing her nonstop.

If that’s not love, then all those secret crush folks, their behaviors don’t even qualify. At most, it’s lonely entertainment, not deep love.]

On camera, Renee Morgan is sound asleep.

During this, Bama dropped his rifle, came back to grab it, only for Jay Monroe to drag him out again.

While dragging him, Monroe muttered: “Morgan’s great at everything, just got a bit of pig in her. Let her sleep, or she won’t be alert. She’ll snipe better after a good nap. That’s how we win.”

Bama nodded frantically: “Yes, yes, Monroe, got it.”

“What exactly did you get?” Jay Monroe, seeing his blank look, couldn’t help but ask.

“Uh… Got that Morgan’s a pig.” Bama, sincere and innocent eyes.

Jay Monroe gave a thumbs up and praised him: “Smart.”

Netizens:[…]

[So… would you guys want a boyfriend like this or not?]

[Actually, honestly, Monroe and Dane are both great leaders in my heart.]

[Wait, didn’t you just say boyfriend should be Monroe?!]

[That was a joke, joke, haha.]

[Y’all really don’t understand men. Like, my boyfriend calls me little piggy, always says I’m pig-brained, when he’s mad he goes straight for “no brains, dumb as a pig.” But even when I’m so dumb, he never wants to break up. Isn’t that love? He loves me to death, we’re super happy now, hehe.]

[Uh… this is… kinda awkward]

[What else is there to say—just wish them all the best, may they stay fiercely together forever. Don’t mess up other people anymore.]

On the overseas stream, the topic got pretty heavy too.

[Dane and Jay Monroe—they know what’s up. If you wanna win, you gotta look after your best teammates.]

[Shows both Monroe and Dane can be super-successful leaders. They skip rest, but God Renee must rest well.]

ID Marilyn:[Wow, this is so real. At our company, we’re pulling overtime, bosses are pulling overtime. We rest, bosses still pulling overtime. We’re sick, bosses tell us to get rest. Bosses get sick, they drag us to work overtime! They aren’t human, they’re superheroes.]

ID Jack:[Upstairs, your bosses must be startup founders, huh? Not like ours—young, already made it, living wealthy. Most days it’s vacation, golf, tennis, and the rest they’re at work chilling, coming in late and leaving early. But for company parties, they never miss one.]

ID Marilyn:[Where do you work, may I ask?]

ID Jack:[MJ, heard of it?]

ID Marilyn:[Nope, as far as I know, there’s no such company in the Fortune 500?]

ID Jack:[Well, I can’t get into a Fortune 500 company either. It’s just a small firm, annual revenue around tens of millions.]

ID Marilyn:[My company is a Fortune 500—smile—and my boss’s yearly salary is equal to your firm’s total annual revenue—smile—]

ID Jack:[…]

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Turns out, sleeping for half an hour didn’t make her more energetic—actually, it just made her want to sleep even more…