Yu-Gi-Oh!: Fake Hanno, missing arms and legs at the beginning

Earlier, in the corridor outside an office in the SOL Technology Company building.

A group of unknown people wearing Gurus burqas were moving quickly.

Due to the lack of internal route information and the constant and deliberately confusing guidance, the group has been lost here for half a day.

What's even more outrageous is that even though it was the hottest time of the year, Heng Chang still adjusted the hot air and floor heating in the areas where the group of Gurus passed to the maximum value.

The key point is that this group of people wrapped themselves tightly in order to conceal their true identities.

So, for these people, just walking around the corridor was no different from taking a sauna.

The sourness is unimaginable.

"How long are we going to walk this far? I've had enough!" The fat guy at the end of the team was frantically wiping the sweat from his forehead, sticking out his tongue to dissipate the heat.

"You don't want to do it, but there are many people who do. Do you understand the value of the God Card?"

The one who seemed to be the leader of the team spoke rudely. He was also feeling angry and had no place to vent it.

"If you quit now, we'll have one less competitor."

"That's right! Everyone came here for the God Card. Otherwise, who would be willing to suffer this?"

"That is the key card that enabled the first Duel King to become the Duel King."

Fatty wiped his sweat and kept bowing to apologize: "I know, I know, it's just that my body can't take it anymore, right?"

The leader began a long speech: "Can't bear it? Do you think you are the only one who can't bear it? Look at everyone, who is complaining about the hardship, who is tired? Who will..."

Listening to the poisonous chicken soup-like remarks, the resigned Fatty simply sat down on the ground, panting: "Um, the Dark Ghost Mound is me..."

"Idiot, you should call me the leader." The leader almost broke out in a cold sweat and slapped Fatty on the shoulder. "Do you want to kill me? Don't you know there are surveillance cameras everywhere?"

"Don't worry about what we're called. If nothing unexpected happens, we might never get out of this building in our lifetime." The fat boy took out his fat house happy water, took two big gulps, and then leaned against the wall, completely unwilling to move.

"What discouraging words are you saying?" The leader slapped Fatty on the shoulder again. He really didn't dare to slap Fatty in the face.

If this fat guy sat down on him, he might not be able to survive.

"He doesn't want to leave, so let's go."

"That's right, is the God Card so easy to get?"

"But is this news true?"

"I've been wanting to ask this for a long time. Is the God Card really at the SOL headquarters? After all, it's just news on the Internet."

"If not, how did we get into the SOL headquarters building?" The leader encouraged, "We are all thanks to someone who led the SOL pursuers away for us. Hurry up and act, we don't have much time."

"It's not a good idea to go this way. If it doesn't work, let's split up!"

"That's a good idea. I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Are you stupid? If we separate, won't it be easy to be defeated one by one?" The leader obviously disagreed with this proposal.

"Are you afraid that we will find the God Card first?"

"Didn't we agree to distribute it after we find it?"

"You believe this? Of course whoever finds it owns it!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Split up and let those who can't walk stay here."

A large group of people dispersed and headed towards the direction where they thought the God Card might exist.

Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, the leader waited until the passers-by walked away and then began to curse: "They are all a bunch of bastards, ungrateful and stupid guys. If I hadn't won the favor of the master, I wouldn't..."

He was so engrossed in cursing that he forgot for a moment that there was a fat boy still standing against the wall.

Instead, Fatty became interested in what the leader said.

He smiled obscenely and said, "What does the master you are talking about do? It can't be the small circle with two letters, right? Is there a group? Share it?"

"You are worthy of this? Ugh!"

"No, it's fine if you hit me, but why do you insult my personality?"

"You still have dignity?" The leader pouted, and took out a stone from somewhere, with evil thoughts in his heart, "Then let you be the first sacrifice tonight to Lord Pegasus Sun. I don't know what this mouthful of fat will taste like."

"Dark Onizuka is my lifelong support. What are you doing? Don't come over here!"

"I told you to call me Chief!"

"Weren't you the leader just now?"

"There's nothing wrong with your ears? Then why are you always going against me?" The leader raised the stone that looked like a brick in his hand and gestured up and down.

It was as if he wanted to remove some part of the fat boy in front of him.

"Stay away from me, or I'll yell!"

"Go ahead and shout! Everyone in the entire SOL Technology Company has been lured away by my master. No one will respond to you even if you scream your throat out."

"Uh...broken throat?"

"Are you out of your mind? Oh, hahaha, uh..."

The unpleasant laughter stopped abruptly.

The leader, who had been extremely arrogant, now rolled his eyes, fainted, and fell heavily to the ground.

What appeared before Fatty's eyes were a man and a woman, two young men with stern expressions.

The young man was short in stature, wearing the standard Osiris red school uniform of the Duel Academy from decades ago. He was holding a mop in his hand and had a stern look on his face.

Combined with the mark on the back of the leader's head, it was definitely him who took action.

The young woman was several heads taller than the young man, and was wearing the Obelisk blue uniform of the Duel Academy from decades ago.

She was holding two bottles of cleaning spray in her hands, and it seemed that she wanted to launch a chemical attack on the enemy.

"Don't do it. I can't stand it." Seeing how these two people acted, the fat boy immediately gave in.

He didn't want to compete with the leader to see who had a tougher head.

Anyway, he left a note at home, and if he was caught by SOL people, there would be someone to bail him out, so it was not worth it to risk his life.

"Who are you? What is this place?"

“Uh…” Fatty was a little confused about the situation. Wasn’t the person in front of him a member of SOL?

It’s bad. Could it be that I just escaped from the wolf’s den and fell into the tiger’s mouth again?

"Hurry up and speak!" The young man danced with the mop stick vigorously.

"You can call me by my group nickname 'I am Miss Blue Angel's Dog'. This is the headquarters of SOL Technology Corporation."

"I am the Blue Angel..."

The young man was speaking with some hesitation, but the young woman interrupted him and said coldly, "It's too long, so I'll call it dog for short. Do you have any objection?"

What opinion could Fatty have?

Dogs are dogs! At least they are still good friends of humans...