Sun Nanjue was completely dumbfounded. "Damn, now I'm screwed. I've lost Little Shushu. How am I going to explain this to Ah Chen?"
He grabbed a strangely dressed weirdo and asked, "Where's your leader?"
"Leader?" The weirdo stroked his graying beard and grinned, "Boss, in reality, we don't know each other; we are just teammates in the game. Someone just suggested that local players put on a flashy show, so we all dressed up like this to come out."
"Nonsense, you can't just come up with such a bizarre banquet on the fly. You've got to prepare the costumes, right? The equipment too?" As an internationally renowned director, Sun Nanjue certainly knew that much.
"Hey, man, you are really out of the loop. Ever heard of 'Elf Light'? We are all fans of the game. We have so many gaming costumes at home we could wear a different one every day without repeating. Interested? Come over to my place; I'll give you two sets!"
