Gamers Are Fierce

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Your family-style restaurant is too family-friendly, right? Should we make the last customer responsible for washing the dishes?

The corner of Sunset Melting Gold's eyes twitched, but he did not delve into this issue further.

He would like to ask again if the other party is willing to join the Whale Song organization and participate in the battle for the door as a representative of the Whale Song. The remuneration can be discussed.

However, Li Risheng owns a store with exaggerated profitability and is definitely not short of money. The Whale Song Organization may not be able to provide corresponding bargaining chips.

Even if they can get it, this kind of thing is not something that the four of them can directly decide. They should just stop it and maintain a normal and friendly relationship to avoid annoying the other party.

Since the Sky Arena hadn't opened yet, a few people chatted for a while, then logged off and continued waiting.

In the next 24 hours, all forces will surely be busy with this.

Organize associations, liaise and negotiate, make compromises and divide interests,

The lone wolf player is waiting for the price, waiting to show his worth in the next game to increase his value in the eyes of other forces.

However, these have nothing to do with Li Ang.

After he returned from the square, he planned to go to the Yinshi beach to pick up the high-quality biomass, marine gene bank, and samples of newborn soldier insects that the insect nest had obtained at the bottom of the trench.

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At the same time, there was a bar called [True Names] in the game plaza.

This bar is located in a remote corner to the east of the square. It occupies a small area, has dim lighting, and a simple and clean decoration. There are no special products. The shelves made of nanmu are all common alcoholic drinks.

Therefore, the bar usually has very little customer flow. Occasionally, there will be two or three customers who are tired from walking in the square. They come in to sit for a while, drink two glasses of wine and then leave.

At this time, an unknown melodious song was playing on the gold and red cabinet-shaped jukebox in the corner of the bar.

The female singer's voice is hoarse and gentle. If you close your eyes, you can seem to see a woman with red hair and red clothes standing on the stage, holding a microphone with her hands and singing softly.

The bartender in a brown knitted vest standing behind the wooden bar lowered his head and gently wiped the glass with a square silk.

jingle——

The wooden door of the bar was gently pushed open, and a witch wearing a pointed hat and cloak walked in.

She patted the waist of the gray kitten on her shoulder, and the cat named Meowth jumped off her shoulder and landed on the wooden round table.

Since the table was spotless, Meow Meow naturally lay down, curled up into a ball, and made a pleasant purring sound.

The witch herself jumped to the jukebox, turned out a coin in her palm, put it into the jukebox, and ordered an electronic pop music.

His head moved in step with the rhythm of the music, his body swayed towards the bar, he jumped up on his tiptoes, and landed on the chair in front of the bar.

A glass of dark beer, thank you~

The witch patted the bar and placed five coins on the table with her palm.

The bartender raised his head, revealing the face of an ordinary, gentle, middle-aged man with no specific characteristics.

It is the founder of the Syndicate, the being known as the Professor.

Although the Syndicate has its own independent office building in the square, there is no one in that building who can really manage things.

Only the core members know that their teacher, who can really make decisions in the Syndicate, sometimes stays in the bar called [Real Name] that he runs.

“What kind of beer do minors drink?”

The professor said calmly, turned around and took a can of Coke from the shelf, placed it gently on the table through a cotton pad.

There was obviously no insulation equipment on the front and back of the shelf, but there was a chill coming from the surface of the Coke can.

The witch smacked her mouth in displeasure, but still stretched out her fingers to pry open the can, took a straw from the straw rack nearby, and drank slowly from the Coke bottle.

Ding dong——

The wooden door of the bar rang again, and a tall and beautiful woman pushed in. She had waist-length red wavy hair, a three-cornered hat with a skull pattern on her head, and a Flach-style jacket with gold embroidered cuffs. He wears a black coat, a white shirt underneath, long riding boots, and a long knife tied to his waist.

He was clearly dressed like a pirate.

The female pirate glanced at the professor who was wiping the wine glass behind the bar, grinned, and rubbed the head of the meow sleeping on the wooden table at the door. Ignoring the latter's howling and scratching, she strode forward and patted her heavily. The witch's shoulder said familiarly: Congratulations, I heard that you have entered the top sixty in the personal combat power rankings? Not bad, not bad, you didn't embarrass us.

Crazy woman, what are you doing?!

The witch rolled her eyes and tried to push away the senior sister who also belonged to the Twelve Disciples, [Sea of ​​Blood Ambori], Don't you know you smell of alcohol? How much alcohol have you drunk! Stay away from me OK?

Have it?

Emboli frowned slightly, raised his arm and sniffed the clothes under his armpits, confused: Are you okay? The smell is not very strong. Why don't you ask again?

Get out!

The professor behind the bar happily watched his lovely students interacting intimately, with no intention of stopping them at all.

Ding dong——

The bells at the door rang one after another, and several figures filed in.

Wearing a simple white fighting uniform, a burly young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, an upright and upright young man - the 7th disciple, [Thunder Wolf·Wang Hu]

Pale face, thin body, eyes bulging like fish eyes, heavy and dark bags under the eyes, staggering when walking, and a tired-looking boy in a white shirt - the fifth disciple, [Asynchronous Call·LAN]

An unknown figure wearing a black leather jacket and an opaque motorcycle helmet - the 10th disciple, [Supercritical]

A lizard-headed creature wearing a gray-brown hooded robe, floating close to the ground when walking, spitting out a forked tongue from time to time, and sniffing the air - the 6th disciple, [Innate Theory Neisser]

Squinting his eyes and smiling gently, he is an ordinary-looking young man in white clothes - the first disciple, [Tai Hao]

A handsome young man with black hair and an indifferent expression - the second disciple, [out of control]

The short blond girl with her hands folded behind her head, whistling, and a lazy attitude - the third disciple, [Burning Theory·Burning Fire]

A skeleton wearing a gentleman's windbreaker and holding his head in his hands - the fourth disciple, [Gate-shaped Spike Wave]

The 11th disciple, [Action at a Distance·Perch], is a fat otaku who wears an anime shirt and glasses, and whose style of painting is incompatible with everyone else.

Counting the 8th-ranked witch and the 9th-ranked Meowth,

Eleven of the professor's twelve disciples have arrived.

Oh, it's all here.

Embry put down the rum glass that the professor poured for her, raised her eyebrows and said, It's rare that there are so many people here.

Let's talk about it when everyone arrives.

Kuang Ranhuo, who appeared to be no more than 11 years old, curled his lips and said in an old-fashioned way: What are you standing for?

Don't be anxious.

The professor shook his head and said with a gentle smile: There is still one more person to come.

Before he finished speaking, there was another ding-dong sound.

A handsome guy with short blond hair walked in from the door and nodded to everyone with some restraint and respect.

He is your junior brother.

The professor gave a casual introduction, and the player nickname of [Mason] appeared on the head of the handsome blond boy. He was the Syndicate member that Li Ang had met.

Hello, brothers and sisters.

The mason rubbed his palms with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

New member?

The witch raised her eyebrows. They were all disciples selected by the professor himself.

Some were discovered after the Killing Fields game started, and some (such as Taihao, Out of Control, and LAN) even followed the professor before the Killing Fields game started.

In the real world, professors and their apprentices are involved in some stock price crashes, company failures, and natural disasters that have affected the direction of the world or local structure.

However, Witch and Meowth started relatively late and don’t know much about these things.

The professor's disciple who was previously ranked twelfth was a young man with high aspirations and unruly talent. He had a genius-level talent for psychic powers.

I originally thought he could achieve something, but I didn't expect that he died in the script mission more than a month ago. He didn't even have time to reach Level 10 when he died.

Anyway, it turned out that the younger junior brother had a bad temper and was completely unfamiliar with the others, so he died.

As for the new guy...

It depends on whether you can survive this battle for the door.

Most of the eleven disciples did not give the mason a good look. Only Taihao, Basi and Wang Hu gave the mason a friendly smile.

The stonemason responded with a grateful smile - according to the information he knew, among the disciples present, except for Bass, Meowth, and LAN, who were not good at fighting, the other eight were ranked on the personal rankings.

The black-haired young man [Out of Control] ranked second,

The squinty-eyed young man [Tai Hao] ranked fifteenth,

The little girl [Crazy Fire] ranked thirty-second...

Among the top 100, Syndicate alone occupies eight places. If it is publicized, it may completely break the perception of other organizations.

But the strange thing is that as the teacher of these people, the professor does not appear on the ranking list - the mason is very sure that the professor is also a player, after all, the latter can enter and exit the square freely.

Do not know what's going on...

The stonemason buried his doubts deep in his heart. He had been a member of the Syndicate for a long time, and it was only this morning that he was promoted to disciple to fill the vacancy.

He didn't think he could beat the other disciples. Even the weakest looking Meowth or Bass still had a power in them that could intimidate him.

It's too much to say and it's too wrong, so let's continue to wait and see...

Others did not notice the mason's psychological fluctuations. The professor finally put down the cup he had been wiping for a long time, raised his head, looked at his disciples, and said with a gentle smile: You must already know the reason why I called you here today. .

In this battle for the gates, we must enter as many finals as possible...

Teacher, don't worry.

Wang Hu struck a blow with both fists and said solemnly: We will not let you down.

It's not a matter of failure or disappointment.

The professor shook his head and said softly: The emergence of the battle for the door means that the integration of the Killing Fields game and the real world has taken another step forward.

What sleeps, will awaken.

The dead will be resurrected.

The point is not who gets the door,

But don't let anyone get the door.

This is related to the life and death of ordinary people in the real world, and it is far more important than you think...

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