Chapter 235: Game Pool

Wang Shun is helpless, trying to stop Bai Liu: "There's no such thing as being on the field and in the casino at the same time in the league."

"Do the rules allow it?" Bai Liu slanted a glance at Wang Shun.

Wang Shun paused, "The rules allow it."

But he followed it up by anxiously adding, "But the teams that players go down to basically never survive the preseason, it takes a lot of money and manpower to manipulate the casinos, and it also puts a huge amount of psychological pressure on the players, and they'll be hammered by the crazed gamblers once they lose!"

"Then just keep winning." Bai Liu replied simply.

He interrupted Wang Shun who wanted to continue, "The guild is in your hands, the next should not be Mrs. Ping, be careful not to show up with other members."

"-Easy to get punched by other guilds."

"...... Why did you get beaten up?" Before Wang Shun could respond, Bai Liu lazily waved his hand and walked towards the stray circus people waiting for him outside.

Soon, Wang Shun understood why Bai Liu said he wouldn't take Ping next.

"Mr. Wang Shun, there's a fight in the forum!" Someone rushed in to report with Wang Shun, still looking around anxiously, "Where's Chairman Bai? Someone is impersonating him and posting on the forums!"

Wang Shun opened the system panel, and his facial expression became dull.

There are dozens of red threads at the top of the forum, and the posters aren't anonymous, nakedly giving out their real names - they're all Bai Liu.

In these dozens of posts, he sharply mocked the top ten guilds, criticizing each one of them, and at the same time, praised his own team, [Wandering Circus], and arrogantly gave Spades, the number one player on the leaderboards, a letter of war-

-[I'm not too happy about having Spades labeled second, but I'd love to see Spades labeled second to Bai Liu].

Wang Shun stumbled back two steps, dizzily, and almost fell to his knees!

It was now the most intense time of the support season, and a little spark between the fan support groups of the major guilds could blow up the sky, and the guild battle teams acted with caution, fearing that their opponents would seize the handle to attack them.

Now that Bai Liu has dropped so many "atomic bombs", all the firepower on the forums is unprecedentedly focused on Bai Liu, and it's already turning the world upside down.

There are already a lot of pissed off fans who want to surround Bai Liu and beat him up in the air to relieve their anger.

Wang Shun, who was thrown into a mess by Bai Liu, looked at his head, collapsed in his chair, and laughed bitterly with empty eyes: "Running away after making a mess, Bai Liu, you are really a bastard ......".

The other end.

The asshole chairman Bai Liu did not repent for what he had done, but instead acted more and more arrogantly and put on a pair of exaggeratedly decorated sunglasses from somewhere, strutting to the game login portal escorted by the circus members, tilting his head and starting to pick the game he wanted to log in.

Mu Sicheng looked around alertly and wondered, "Is it just me? Why do I have the feeling that there are a lot of people who are all very hostile to us ......"

"It's not your fault." Mu Ke clicked on the forums and frowned, "The forums are full of discussions about us, but they're all negative ...... The reason is that someone claiming to be Bai Liu has been posting a lot of provocative posts about other guilds."

Liu Jiayi leaned forward to take a quick glance, and then after skimming through all the posts, her expression changed ==.

I don't need to think about this kind of crazy operation to know that it is Bai Liu's doing ......

-This wave of reverse marketing to rub off on them is pretty extreme, and while it's attracted them quite a bit of attention, it should be quite a headache for Wang Shun over there.

After all, these fans can't find Bai Liu as the rightful owner to vent, most likely they will take it out on the guild ......

In the middle of the discussion, there were constantly angry players approaching Bai Liu and the others.

Bai Liu had characterized the entire Wandering Circus in his post, even writing out what kind of stylized sunglasses he wore, so these players instantly recognized Bai Liu.

Bai Liu turned around after choosing his game and slowly and methodically flicked his sunglasses down a bit, revealing a pair of smiling black eyes looking at these players who approached him.

He seemed to find the scene before him amusing.

But Bai Liu quickly turned his head, "Get in the game, we plan to brush up on at least ten games a day, and if anyone can't hold out, call a halt and get back in after the break."

The five men disappeared into the very center of the crowd.

A pair of apple-green eyes in the corner watched the scene without moving, then turned and entered a tertiary game.

Inside the Gamblers' Guild, Charles pulls the silk scarf from his chest.

The golden thread of fate embroidered a crown on top of the silk scarf, Bai Liu's face appeared and disappeared, Charles put the silk scarf back in his pocket and raised his glass of red wine to clink it into the void with a smile on his face:

"--To the victory and the money that fate has bestowed."

Inside the King's Guild, Heart shakes a bottle of Pushk's tears that Liu Jiayi returned to her.

Heart's eyes drifted far away through the teardrop-shaped glass bottle, as if remembering some long-dissipated soul behind the lingering tear, until there was a knock on her door.

Someone pushed the door open uneasily and reported in a whisper, "Empress, Bai Liu seems to want to compete this year ......"

"Then enter." Heart put away the glass bottle and returned flatly, "We've done all we can to stop him, and this result we've gotten is probably the real result."

Heart looked towards the photo on the desk, it was a group photo taken after clearing a large replica - Guild Leaders were like that, needing to do many things full of rituals to solidify other people's trust in them, such as group photos.

Liu Jiayi lifts the corner of the witch's veil, a rare innocent smile on her cold face, looking trustingly at Heart standing beside her, with a treacherous, uncertain fog in the background - the backdrop of this dangerous third-level game.

But this danger also seems to dissipate for Liu Jiayi's clean smile.

In the background stood the silly Liu Ji, Qi Yifang with a wounded face crouched at Liu Jiayi's feet with a big smile and a yay, while the huge Titan silently half-kneeled in the background, and even though he tried hard to lower his head, the camera only caught his chin.

Heart stood in the center of all of them, Liu Jiayi leaning into her arms-they were the twin centers of this year's team, surrounded and embraced by all of them.

Her eyes lingered on the photo for a moment, then she reached up and covered it up.

Heart put the glass bottle in the deepest drawer, then looked up, "Put the word out that the little witch has rebelled against the King's Guild."

The reporter's back lurched as he looked up with reddened eyes, "Empress, the little witch really can't come back ......"

Heart continued to give orders without the slightest emotion on her face, "...... Bring up the secret rotation player [Sister] that we originally had for Little Witch and arrange for her to be in the game pool today, and I'll begin special training for her as a full player... ..."

The debriefer's head dropped feebly, "...... Yes, Empress."

As the debriefer was about to turn and leave, Heart suddenly called out to him, "Wait."

The debriefer turned his head and was surprised to find the ever-killer Empress now in a loose posture propped up on her forehead, her eyes out of focus as she stared at the photo on her desk - which he remembered the Empress had just suppressed.

For some reason, she stood this picture up again.

The debriefer asked a careful question, "Is there anything else, Empress?"

Heart lowered her eyes, she reached out her slender white fingertips to gently caress Liu Jiayi on the photo, as if despondent and helpless, she sighed softly, closed her eyes wearily, and threw out two boxes for the debriefers.

"--These are the two transcendent level props originally prepared for the little witch, one contains a pair of contact lenses that can be permanently visualized, and any harsh environment does not affect the use--" Heart was quiet for a moment, then continued, "--The other prop is a potion that can be drunk to restore vision forever."

"You bring it to her for me." Heart said faintly, "And bring her another message--next time I see you, we'll be on the field."

"- Let her, whatever she chooses, the future or betrayal or doubt, not regret the escape, and watch with her own eyes."

"That's kind of the last thing I taught her."

The debriefer stood for a long moment, bowed and stepped back, "Yes, Empress."

Heart sat alone in the darkness for a long time looking at the photo, which she eventually put in the same drawer that contained Pushk's tears.

In the deepest part of this drawer, a much older photograph of a young Heart sitting on the knee of a man whose face cannot be seen, encircled around his waist, waving her arms up in carefree abandonment and laughter, peeks out.

Heart locks this drawer, gets up, and leaves without looking back.

Golden Dawn Guild.

Although this third-ranked guild had such a glittering name, the headquarters was actually located next to one of the game's more shadowy divisions, from the outside, the building was dull and unattractive, just like the guild's style of behavior, low-profile simplicity and strict stereotypes.

But in contrast, the interior of the building was brightly lit, as bright as the summer day, and there were constantly players with system panels that analyzed a large amount of data suspended in front of them going back and forth, with a serious look on their faces, just like a test base for some high-end technology, not at all like a guild where players gathered.

Golden Dawn is a very unique guild. Compared to highly open guilds that allow players to join and exit in a sort of larger crowd, Golden Dawn, like Slayer Sequence, is a very internalized guild.

Players who wanted to join Golden Dawn had to go through a strict vetting process, and no one knew what the vetting standards of this guild were, only that basically very few players could join or quit this guild, so there were very few ordinary players within the guild - which also made the internal news of this guild very difficult to explore, and appeared to be very mysterious.

Most guilds had the same impression of Golden Dawn that Wang Shun had of it - it seemed like a guild where basically only foreigners gathered.

And as Wang Shun remembered it - the president of the Golden Dawn guild was also a foreigner.

"Knock knock knock--!" There was a knock on the door of the President's office, "Captain Georgia, something to report."

"Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open and sitting behind the desk was a tall, slender man with long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.

The captain called Georgia has a deep and soft silhouette, with a high nose, and features that, in the words of their fans, are as pure and elegant as the dawn, but with a sense of luxury that shines with gold, which, simply put, makes him look particularly expensive.

The captain's league debut saw him voted into the safety line by rabid fans and given a get-out-of-jail-free card, one that is notoriously earned on the basis of his face - currently third on the face popularity charts, just below Heart, which has a lot to do with the fact that Georgia is a deep-rooted and unassuming presence.

His side face looks as if he's quite affable, but when he looks at you with his front face, that feeling instantly dissipates.

Georgia's eyes are so focused and powerful that those who are being watched by him can't help but get the illusion that I seem to be very important to him, but when you get to know him, you'll realize that he's just observing you to see if you're dangerous or not, and that he's a serious and not easy to get along with person.

As was his character, the long, dark brown, smooth hair was tied in a regular, high bunch behind Georgia's head, but his face was decidedly unhealthy, with a peculiar cold whiteness along the edge of his lower lip, which was not in the least apparent from his business-as-usual demeanor.

The man who came forward watched Georgia stand up bracing himself against the desktop, and instantly tensed up and motioned for him to sit down, "Captain, you're still recovering from your old wound from the heretic attack contamination, just sit and listen to my report!"

Georgia clenched her fists and coughed lightly, apologizing before sitting down.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued his report, "Captain, it's like this, the Heresy Authority in Sector 1 has recently taken in two heretics, one called Rose Perfume, extraordinarily red, and one that seems to be a corpse related to Rose Perfume, which is said to be so dangerous that it can't be categorized by the existing hazard classifications."

"These body parts are said to influence other heretics to evolve, so it's not a good idea to keep them in Zone 1, where the most heretics are gathered, and they're going to be transferred to the Heretic Authority Sub-Zone abroad."

"--At the moment, Sector One is leaning towards transferring to our subsector, which is Sector Three." The man handed over the system panel, "Sector One allows us to clear a stronghold ahead of time to be used to host that heresy of unknown danger alone, Captain if you agree to Sector One's application, we'll log out of the game and start making preparations."

Georgia received the other party's system panel, but frowned when she saw the signer on the application, "-Why is it Detachment 2 Captain Cen Buming, isn't this kind of extraordinarily red heretical transfer usually applied for by Detachment 3 Captains? "

The visitor hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say to Georgia about this, but eventually threw up his hands in surrender under Georgia's direct gaze and had to give an honest account, "--I've heard that the leader of the third detachment has left the team."

"Left the team?" Georgia was stunned, "Why would you leave the team? This captain seemed to love the job."

"--You don't treat anyone as yourself ah captain." This team member complained, "Not everyone is a workaholic like you, you have to go to work and train even when you can take a vacation with your injuries, the Heresy Authority's work is so tiring and the pay isn't as high as earning extra money in the game, I can completely understand why this branch captain resigned."

Georgia gave him a faint look, "It's a sacred job."

The player had the good sense to make a zipper motion over his mouth and stop talking.

After Georgia agreed to the request, she handed the system panel back to the team member, who took it and gave Georgia a worried look, not leaving, but inquiring in a whisper, "-- Georgia, is your brother still upset about going on a mission with you without him? and got hurt as a result?"

He used the title [ Georgia 】 instead of [ Captain ], which was clearly the attitude of asking about private matters.

Georgia's review of the documents slowed, and he curled his fingers around the pen, but didn't look up.

This team member understood, "Or is it that you're still mad at your brother for hiding from you for a year to get into the game, and secretly joining our guild this year as a member of the battle team to prepare for the league, only to be broken up by you?"

Georgia still hasn't spoken.

This team member couldn't help but chatter on, "Young people are all very reckless and impulsive, he's doing this because he's worried about you, you might want to talk to him, you're the last of his family, and you know that after being affected by that heretic, you've not been well, and you're always suffering from all kinds of injuries, he's just trying to protect you... ..."

"He's also the last of my family." Georgia looked up as he interrupted the player, "If he had any consideration for my feelings, he shouldn't have kept this from me."

As his emotions rose and fell, a light blush appeared on Georgia's usually calm and self-assured face, and his breathing quickened considerably as he looked down and covered his mouth with a violent choking cough.

"OK! OK! I'll stop! Georgia, you calm down!" This team member backed up with his hands up in the air cluelessly, "Take a deep breath!"

Georgia raised her hand in a cold manner, "Please leave."

The team member turned away helplessly, finally whispering an extra word against the doorway, "Georgia, I heard that the captain of the third detachment quit the team for a guy named Bai Liu."

"It is said that he made the rose perfume, but somehow, District 1 released him and took the third branch captain with him, and some people still say that the third branch captain followed him because he fell in love with this Bai Liu, or else they can't find any reasonable explanation."

This team member shrugged his shoulders, "Sounds outrageous right? I think it's outrageous too, so it's just gossip, just listen."

With that, he quickly closed the door and fled before Georgia, the old curmudgeon, could reprimand him for gossiping.

Georgia in the room stares in contemplation, "Bai Liu?"

On the other end, Bai Liu and his group, who had brushed up enough for ten games, came out of the game.

Bai Liu's shirt and pants are soaked through, the whole person is like being fished out of the water, but in fact these are sweat, Mu Ke is even out of the floor on the ground not to move, Liu Jiayi sat on his butt on the ground, half-dead and breathing heavily.

Mu Sicheng was the only one doing better, leaning against the wall and pouring his own stamina restorative, the ends of his hair dripping sweat down his face.

The best of the bunch was of course Tang Er, who, apart from his back being a bit wet, looked as useless as he did before entering the game.

The players who had wanted to make mean fun of Bai Liu in the game login area had already become numb - this was already the tenth time they had seen this group of people appearing in the game login.

This group of perverts ...... will brush off a second level, or even a third level copy in less than half an hour on average, and the game on the screen is extinguished one by one by this group of people as if they were devouring it.

The viewers in the small TV area were even more dumbfounded - they watched these five people's small TVs as if they were on thirty-two times speed, and sometimes they didn't even understand what the game was about, and these five people had already quickly passed into the next game.

There was a lot of people on the forum who were calling out Bai Liu for not being able to see the light, but now the forum is quiet and there's not a single person who dares to squeak.

Tang Er hitting the absolute power press is so shocking.

Where did Bai Liu find such a horrible main attacker? How high is this guy's attack panel, and how does this group manage to keep up with the speed of Tang Er's attacks? Can you see the speed of this guy's shots clearly?

With the huge amount of attention, these discussion topics managed to replace the original posts Bai Liu had put up, and became the hot topic of discussion for everyone in the game.

Lying on the ground, Bai Liu stroked back a handful of his hair, raking the wet, dripping downward shreds of hair behind his head, exhaled freely, and smiled as he looked over at Tang Er and typed, "In those ten games just now, you were the one who got the most charging points out of all of us - it looks like these spectators are enjoying your appearance and strength, and of course we are too."

"......" Tang Er hit wasn't very good at discussing such issues as his attractiveness, so he changed the subject stiffly, "That's all for today's game training, log out of the game, you guys need to find out your future opponents s specific information."

"How is there still ......" Mu Sicheng let out a miserable howl and sat down lifelessly on the ground.

Bai Liu gave an OK sign.

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Inside Bai Liu's rental house.

Bai Liu did not know where to turn out a whiteboard and a few markers, standing up to facilitate Tang Er typing and writing explanations, a few other people sat on the bed opposite the whiteboard, sitting in rows looking at the upcoming lecture of Mr. Tang.

It made Tang Er fight uncomfortable to be stared at by a past enemy with such a thirst for knowledge, but he barely suppressed it, clearing his throat and lifting a red marker to begin sketching instructions on the whiteboard:

"The top ten guilds in the game are your number one enemy, you have to be ready to fight with any of them, the so-called know thyself and know thy enemy, next I will explain to you the characteristics of each battlegroup according to the order of guilds ......"

Tang Er struck a gaze that stared straight around the circle:

"Since I don't really know the Slayer Sequence's battlegroups particularly well, and you all have deep knowledge of the King's Guild, the guild we're explaining today is the third guild-"

"--Golden Dawn Guild."

By the time today's lecture was over, the others packed up their things and went home, and those who should go to school went to school, Bai Liu looked at Tang Er Fight who was sitting in front of the whiteboard looking at the words [Golden Dawn] and lost in thought, and poured a cup of water and brought it over to him, "You know their president, don't you?"

Tang Er gave a beating and didn't take Bai Liu's water, "I'm done asking you how you know."

"See." Bai Liu put the water aside and sat down next to Tang Er hit, "You're intentionally avoiding explaining his skills - that's generally how you treat your acquaintances, can you tell me about Georgia, the president?"

Tang Er hit a cigarette out of his pocket, compared to Bai Liu: "Do you mind?"

Bai Liu smiles, "You know I don't like the smell of smoke, but you can smoke if you want."

Tang Er hit lit a cigarette and took a long, leisurely drag, "--I'm not really an acquaintance with him, I can only be considered a colleague, he's from the Heresy Handling Bureau's third district, in charge of high-risk heretics."

"To be precise, the one who really counts as an old acquaintance with him-" Tang Er hit to look at Bai Liu, "-is you, Bai Liu."

Bai Liu gets it, "What happened to me and him in the other timeline?"

"Your man Mu Sicheng was smuggling heresy overseas when he bumped into Georgia who came on patrol, captured him, handed him over to you, and then released Georgia after a night of not knowing what you did to him, or after using some kind of heretical contamination. "

"But Georgia got weaker and weaker every day after he went back, and every day it was like he was undergoing some kind of intense torture, and he was so delirious that he wasn't even able to talk about what you actually did to him that day, and sometimes he acted suicidal."

Tang Er hit slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke: "- Later, Georgia's younger brother Armand, in order to avenge his brother's death, ambushed the smuggling line managed by Mu Sicheng and died with Mu Sicheng. "