My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 637

“You betcho!” Both brothers sountered off toword the vendor, who wos studying o stock of receipts ot the counter.

They colled, “Hey, we wont 20 lomb skewers, 20 slices of roosted loin, 20 grilled squid skewers, ond some pototo

slices? Oh, ond finolly o grilled fish.”

The owner's wife looked up ond sow the two doshing young men. She broke into o grin. “Ah, it's you two! Give me o

minute.”

Her husbond turned oround os well. He smiled ond osked, “Do you guys wont ony noodles?”

Anderson propped his hond on the frome of the stoll. “Yes, three bowls of spicy chicken posto with oll the pickles.

How much?”

“Pleose scon the QR code here,” soid the wife. She tollied up their order ond onnounced the sum.

Once the two brothers hod settled the bill, they sot down next to Ashlyn.

For o while, the three didn't exchonge o single word. Eoch of them wos hooked on their own phone.

“Hey Boss, how obout o round of PUBG?”

“Yes, Boss! We hoven't done thot in o while!”

Ashlyn orched o brow. She tounted, “Whot's the motter? Itching to get your butts honded to you ogoin?”

Horrison floshed her o smug grin. “Hoh! We'll see obout thot.”

Ashlyn smirked. She quickly found the gome on her phone.

She topped on the icon ond typed in her occount detoils on the login poge.

The moment she logged in, she wos greeted by o string of chirps from the speoker icon ot the bottom of the

interfoce. She hod o lot of messoges.

She cleored off oll the messoges before joining o motch with the two brothers. She wos reody to browl.

“You betcha!” Both brothers sauntered off toward the vendor, who was studying a stack of receipts at the counter.

They called, “Hey, we want 20 lamb skewers, 20 slices of roasted loin, 20 grilled squid skewers, and some potato

slices? Oh, and finally a grilled fish.”

The owner's wife looked up and saw the two dashing young men. She broke into a grin. “Ah, it's you two! Give me a

minute.”

Her husband turned around as well. He smiled and asked, “Do you guys want any noodles?”

Anderson propped his hand on the frame of the stall. “Yes, three bowls of spicy chicken pasta with all the pickles.

How much?”

“Please scan the QR code here,” said the wife. She tallied up their order and announced the sum.

Once the two brothers had settled the bill, they sat down next to Ashlyn.

For a while, the three didn't exchange a single word. Each of them was hooked on their own phone.

“Hey Boss, how about a round of PUBG?”

“Yes, Boss! We haven't done that in a while!”

Ashlyn arched a brow. She taunted, “What's the matter? Itching to get your butts handed to you again?”

Harrison flashed her a smug grin. “Hah! We'll see about that.”

Ashlyn smirked. She quickly found the game on her phone.

She tapped on the icon and typed in her account details on the login page.

The moment she logged in, she was greeted by a string of chirps from the speaker icon at the bottom of the

interface. She had a lot of messages.

She cleared off all the messages before joining a match with the two brothers. She was ready to brawl.

In a short while, a character in a plain, red shirt entered the arena.

As soon as she entered the arena, Ashlyn's eyes lost their distracted glaze. The game now had her full attention.

Her character began jumping about. Soon, she managed to acquire a gun.

With ruthless and clinical precision, she dispatched all her opponents in the game with a shot to the head. This is

too easy.

Her phone was muted. So, a bunch of notifications popped up on her screen.

You killed MayTheForestBeWithYou!

You killed LookingForLove!

You killed WhereTheSunDontShine!

You killed PupArazzi!

You killed TheGhostOfChristmasPast!

You killed 21 players!

You killed 22 players!

Ashlyn stared intensely at the screen.

Her fair skin glowed in the light of the dimly lit stall, and her dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled. Her hair was

already simply tucked into a messy bun.

While her slender legs were slightly bent, one of them was resting against the foot of the table, in a casual and lazy

way.

She looked relaxed but her fingers were a ferocious blur.

Anderson and Harrison glowered at their phones. Anderson whined, “Boss, why did you kill us too?”

Harrison pouted and cried, “I thought we are comrades!”

It was another digital bloodbath.

The two brothers weren't the only ones who were disappointed.

At this moment, several top players in the game felt a gnawing pit of despair as their characters met a quick, grisly

end.

They wondered how the ruthless player who was armed with the most rudimentary weapon in the game could

achieve that.

The players didn't even see her coming. She was as silent as death. Before they knew it, their characters were

slumped on the ground.

They could only helplessly stare at their slain characters and read the notification: You've been killed by

JohnnyCashlyn!

Meanwhile, in a black Bentley nearby, Spencer who had reluctantly accompanied Lucas as he stalked Ashlyn was

bored out of his mind.

With nothing better to do, he fired up a game of PUBG on his phone.

He had no other hobbies, so he often played a few quick matches when he had some free time.

As he was Lucas' employee, he didn't have to worry about money. He had a high salary and several properties.

So, Spencer had no problem dropping a ton of cash into the game.

With a reputation as a high-spending player, Spencer had rubbed shoulders with several other top players.

They'd often join matches together.

He thought tonight was going to be just like any other night. They'd dominate all the other players.

Yet... they had all bitten the dust.

It wasn't just him. Several of the other top players had also met the same tragic fate.

What the heck?