Chapter 668: Level 3 Helmet? What Level 3 Helmet?
"Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me..." Zou Zhuo shouted for help as he crawled toward Chen Mo.
But Chen Mo showed no intention of coming to his aid. Instead, he raised his 98K and aimed at the distant stairwell. "How about we compete to see who has more loot?"
Zou Zhuo was a bit confused and said, "Oh, sure, but what's in it for me if I win?"
Chen Mo replied, "If you win, I'll give you my level 3 armor. If I win... you give me your level 3 helmet."
Zou Zhuo flatly refused. "No! I don't want to give you my level 3 helmet! I feel like I'd be getting the short end of the stick!"
Chen Mo said, "Alright then, how about this: if you win, I'll give you the level 3 armor. If I win, you give me all your medical kits."
Zou Zhuo thought for a moment. "That's not bad. How do we compare?"
Chen Mo said, "It's simple. We take turns throwing items out of our bags. For example, if I have 25 bandages and you have 30, you get 1 point, and we move on to the next item. After all the supplies are compared, whoever has the most points wins."
"Alright," Zou Zhuo agreed. He figured this bet was a good deal. He had four medical kits on him, and trading them for level 3 armor was still pretty worthwhile.
Besides, if he ran low on health later, could Chen Mo really refuse to give him a medical kit?
The little fatty had his calculations all figured out.
The two found a relatively safe house, then stood at opposite ends and started dropping items on the floor.
"I have 4 energy drinks, you have 2. 1:0."
"You have 1 medical crate, I don't have any. 1:1."
They began gleefully tossing items onto the floor, comparing who had more supplies. As they went on, the items in their bags were almost all thrown out, and the score eventually reached 4:3, with Zou Zhuo temporarily in the lead.
"Alright, I have level 3 armor, you have level 2 armor. Score is 4:4," Chen Mo said as he threw his level 3 armor on the ground.
"You have a level 2 helmet, I have a level 3 helmet. Score is 5:4, I win!" The little fatty eagerly tossed his level 3 helmet onto the floor, declaring his victory.
But then he saw Chen Mo roll forward, snatch up the level 3 helmet, and put it on. Then he quickly returned to his own pile and scooped up all the items he had dropped on the floor.
Zou Zhuo was dumbfounded. After a second of stunned silence, he let out a roar: "Boss!!! You're too much!! You tricked me out of my level 3 helmet!!!"
Chen Mo chuckled. "Level 3 helmet? What level 3 helmet? I just picked this up off the ground."
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