Chapter 1950: I Know the Weakness of the East District Players
The masked player was genuinely startled, reflexively pulling out a prop. However, in the next second, he knew the attack was futile—Xu Huo's figure had become somewhat transparent, making it obvious at a glance that it wasn't his real body. No matter how much he attacked an illusion, it would be useless.
Since his face was already exposed, he said, "How exactly would this mutual benefit work? Do you think you outer zone players are any nobler than the East District people?"
"There are many outer zone players who want to clear the instance. They might not be interested in the internal struggles of Jade Spring City, but if they can exchange clearance clues, they'd probably be willing to provide information about the East District," Xu Huo said. "The East District has quite a few players with extremely strong mental power. It shouldn't be easy for the Rebel Army to lurk in the East District looking for useful things either."
The masked player didn't refute this statement but followed along, "If it were that easy for players to obtain information, then you should be able to clear the instance easily. Just like you."
"You're a Mental Super Evolver. Dealing with non-Super Evolvers should be a piece of cake, right? Maybe you wouldn't even need an injection for interrogation, and afterward, there wouldn't be any traces."
"You overestimate mental evolution. No matter how strong mental power is, it's not omnipotent." Xu Huo gestured slightly with his chin toward him. "For example, right now, if I could easily obtain information, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you."
The masked player's dark face twisted into a mocking expression, clearly not believing his words.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The East District people are doing everything they can to block outer zone players from clearing the instance. For the sake of clearing it, I would also choose to cooperate with the Rebel Army." Xu Huo was unfazed and added, "This matter might not be something you can decide, but you can contact the strategist or Pigeon."
"Tell them this—say that I know a common weakness shared by all East District players."
With that, he stood up, preparing to leave.
The masked player quickly got up as well. "What weakness? Are you telling the truth?"
Xu Huo looked at him and smiled. "That's my bargaining chip."
As his words fell, his figure vanished from the spot.
The masked player took two hurried steps forward but only saw a card with contact information written on it lying on the ground.
Since he knew the other party was a Mental Super Evolver, he naturally didn't dare to go directly to his companions. Instead, he relayed the message to his contact through the Under Dimension.
The masked player also didn't know the appearance of the leader, Pigeon, and couldn't contact him directly, so after sending the message, he simply stayed in the basement to wait.
In just a few minutes, he appeared extremely anxious, pacing back and forth in the room, sometimes clenching his fists, sometimes gritting his teeth, as if he wanted to rush out. But every time he tried, he stopped himself, until his communicator rang, snapping him back to reality.
He glanced at the communicator before cautiously answering, "Is that Big Brother?"
"It's me." The voice on the other end was a low-pitched man. "I just finished my night shift and just got home."
The masked player's expression visibly relaxed, and then he said, "Did you see the note I left you? We need to buy some things for the house. I've been very busy these past few days, so I probably won't have time."
"I know," the other side replied. "But I don't have that much cash on hand. I asked Dad for some, and Dad agreed to give it, but he wants an IOU."
The masked player was somewhat surprised and found it hard to believe. "Dad really said that?"
"That's right," the other side continued. "But you still need to find time to come back. You have to sign and put your fingerprint on it."
After a few simple exchanges, the call ended. The masked player stared blankly at his communicator for a moment, but then he received another message from the Under Dimension. Following that, he took out a velvet pouch and poured out its contents—three sealed plant seeds.
He opened one, and the seed did not sprout.
Letting out a slight sigh of relief, the masked player finally left the basement.
Xu Huo indeed did not follow him anymore, because dawn was approaching, and he still had things to do.
Due to the events from the middle of the night, the West District, which should have been relatively quiet, was now noisier than at night. Those with money wanted to leave the West District, but they couldn't bear to part with their houses and furniture, so they could only rush to sell them off.
But more people had already put down roots in the West District. Leaving now would be like a dog losing its home, especially for those who had nearly beaten each other's brains out over territory just the day before. The massacre by the East District players gave them a sense of urgency and made them waver—logically speaking, the so-called cleanup plan couldn't be real. Even trash could be recycled, let alone so many people. These underworld forces knew best where most of the missing people in the West District ended up each year. There was no way the East District would simply abandon the West District...
However, the scene of the East District players' massacre from last night had been recorded by some West District players, and the video had already spread. But the part after the inspectors made their move was missing, because the instruments had interfered with the players' recording tools. This left room for speculation. Although some had heard the inspectors say the killed people were the Rebel Army, anyone with a brain could see that was absolutely not the Rebel Army. To put it bluntly, the Rebel Army didn't have many people holding good props and good instruments. Even if they did, they would use them in more critical places, like infiltrating the East District or protecting the leader. They wouldn't show themselves so easily, let alone come out and go on a killing spree!
So the ones massacring civilians were indeed the East District players.
The underworld forces didn't care about the conflict between the East District and the Rebel Army; they just wanted to live a glorious life.
Thus, while some were busy relocating, others were busy pawning off family assets, and still others were praying with their heads in their hands, these underworld organizations spontaneously surrounded the Supervision Department building. At the same time, they called in the players they had trained and recruited. In short, they were showing off their strength to force the Supervision Department to give an explanation—was it really going to flatten the West District?
Flattening the West District was fine. The district was big enough; they could go elsewhere to make a living. But they would never stretch out their necks and wait to be killed!
The inspectors at the branch were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. A fat old man responsible for clerical work at Xu Huo's branch had already soaked five handkerchiefs with sweat. He paced anxiously in the room, "What do we do? What do we do? Headquarters hasn't responded. Are they planning to abandon us?"
"These people have been lawless for too long. If we really ignore them, they'll definitely break in and kill people. They not only have people, but also players. We can't hide it, we can't fight them, and we can't run away... Are we really going to die here? I shouldn't have come to work today..."
"You think you could have escaped by not coming to work?" Li Song said. "Don't mention that these people downstairs know everything about us. Even the people we live with wouldn't let us off."
Several team leaders had arranged for their families in advance before coming. Those who hadn't thought it through had received calls home before the underworld forces surrounded the building.
"Why haven't I seen Han Cong?" Xu Huo asked.
(Chapter End)