The next day, He Yi and Murong Mingyue were already waiting in their cars at the bottom floor of the apartment building before the sun had even risen yet.

I suggested that we should dress ourselves formally, so all the guys wore black suits with ties. Gui Guzi’s tie was too tight, so when he asked me a question he looked as red as a tomato. “Boss, why the heck are we dressing up like we’re going on an interview?”

“Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls have dozens of professional players already, and since we’re the ‘standing army’ it stands to reason that we look the part. You don’t want them to think that you’re part of the cleanup crew, do you?”

Gui Guzi pointed at Beiming Xue. “Even so, it doesn’t make sense for Lil Beiming to dress up like a hostess…”

I turned around and looked at Beiming Xue. The girl was wearing a one-piece dress that stopped short just above the knees and an office uniform that clung tightly to her chest and abdomen. They outlined her growing body perfectly, her round, shapely butt especially so.

I kept calm and said, “She looks more formal this way. Plus, doesn’t it look great on her? Do you like them, Beiming?”

Beiming Xue nodded. “I do! But boss,...