Chapter 570: Paper Servant Master
"Then it has nothing to do with us." Xu Huo looked up toward the direction of Sunset Clown City.
"I don't think Clown City will necessarily improve from now on. If those warriors who fell into the Cleanup Zone all come back, the first thing they'll do is find the informant and take revenge..." Zhuo Wangsun interrupted, glancing toward Sister Shan and the others, then turned back to find the person beside him had already disappeared.
"He's already gone." Siming pointed in the direction Xu Huo had left.
The female player hadn't withdrawn her gaze yet, a hint of envy in her voice: "That potion of his is way too useful, and it doesn't seem expensive to make either."
"Where do you get that it's not expensive?" Zhuo Wangsun paused.
"If that kind of potion were really hard to come by, how could he bear to use it on those people underground?" Siming said matter-of-factly: "So many people—how much potion would that consume?"
Judging by their expressions, they clearly thought Xu Huo was profiting from the chaos.
Zhuo Wangsun didn't waste words with them and turned to leave.
"What's he so mad about? We didn't say anything else." The female player said awkwardly: "At least Old Five saved our lives, so it's only right to trade things for help. I'm just a bit sore about it."
"Enough." Siming stood up. "We promised to help. Let's send these kids back to Clown City first, then leave."
Unaware of this debate, Xu Huo rushed toward Sunset Clown City at top speed.
The fall of just one side of Clown City wouldn't be effective. The two sides of Clown City were isolated from each other. With Dawn Clown City suffering heavy losses, if this side's protective wall didn't fall, Dawn Clown City could become part of the Cleanup Zone.
Just as he was closing in on Sunset Clown City, planes kept taking off from Dawn Clown City.
Whether by fate or coincidence, that water sphere that had covered nearly a third of the city actually collapsed the ground and sank into the underground nest. The deep crisscrossing underground ravines swallowed a massive amount of water, greatly relieving pressure on the surface and preventing large-scale destruction of city buildings. Many people survived.
This also bought escape opportunities for residents in the upper levels of the city. Helicopters of all sizes took off one after another, following the Grand Archon's plane toward Sunset Clown City.
At the same time, the high-level players who had been fighting fiercely in the city finally paused. Standing atop a tall building, a bearded man had papers flying around him like a fortress wall, gradually slowing and stopping until a few medium-sized sheets fluttered behind him.
About a hundred meters away stood another man—the high-level player who had used the water sphere attack earlier. Except for one companion who escaped using a ticket, all his other teammates had been killed by the bearded man. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating serious injury.
The two faced each other. Though the bearded man's eyes were invisible, his body language showed he was relaxed, as if he didn't take this fight seriously at all. The injured player's eyes, however, held deep fear.
"After killing so many of us, Paper Servant Master, from now on no matter which district you go to, you won't have a moment's peace!"
The bearded man—the Paper Servant Master—slightly raised his head. His mouth seemed to move as if he wanted to say something, but he quickly held back.
The injured player grew even more resentful: "Am I not even worthy of a word from you? You're arrogant enough!"
The Paper Servant Master held back again and again, then finally spoke: "You know the Holy Sword Society is like fleas—infect one district, then another. Causing panic and mass murder—is that something to boast about?"
The injured player's face flushed red. He pointed at the wailing people in the city: "Didn't they end up like this because of you? If you had just handed over the Field Battle Angel, none of those districts would have been dragged into this!"
"You're right." The Paper Servant Master seemed moved by this. He rubbed his chin and said: "To avoid future trouble, I'll visit the Holy Sword Society's strongholds in every major district next."
Under the injured man's horrified gaze, he continued: "I do bear some responsibility for the casualties in these game districts. But I think if you hadn't come to seize the Field Battle Angel, the current situation wouldn't have arisen. The best way to end this chain of cause and effect is for one side to disappear."
As he spoke, the Paper Servant Master swept his wet hair back, revealing gray pupils fixed on the player on the opposite building.
The injured player, terrified, already wanted to flee. But unfortunately, in the extremely short time it took him to open his personal panel and use his ticket, the Paper Servant Master, a hundred meters away, had already appeared before him. The moment before the player teleported away, a piece of paper slit his throat.
A few drops of blood splattered. The injured player's corpse teleported toward the station. The Paper Servant Master caught the bloodstained paper and wiped it with a handkerchief. A gust of wind on the rooftop blew his freshly combed hair back down, covering his eyes again.
It was unclear where his gaze was focused, but the moment the Paper Servant Master turned toward Sunset Clown City, he vanished from the spot.
Meanwhile, Xu Huo finally reached Sunset Clown City.
Dawn was approaching. Thin light painted the sky and city the same color, but he could still faintly see brightness coming from beyond the high wall—Sunset Clown City was also in turmoil.
Catching the noise from within the city, he first took the elevator up to the protective wall and directly dismantled the metal structure from inside.
Whether due to overconfidence or a lack of basic military discipline, the players who should have been on duty inside and outside the protective wall had all left, leaving only ordinary soldiers. The best weapons they had were guns, but the weapon storage room had turned to dust along with the melting metal inside the wall. The remaining people were hardly a threat.
Xu Huo easily passed through the protective wall and entered Sunset Clown City.
The uprising within the city probably started not long after Dawn Clown City's, but on a larger scale. Looking around, smoke billowed from many places. Airships scattered leaflets about the truth of the reality show throughout the city, and fragments of projections discussing "warriors" and "games" kept appearing in the sky before disappearing—likely secretly filmed at banquets. Someone was spreading them wildly amid the chaos. Though players kept trying to stop it, too many eyes had seen it. Even if the situation was unclear and the truth uncertain, it still sparked conflicts within the city.
But this chaos didn't last long. Players and soldiers quickly suppressed it. The residents of Clown City died under their compatriots' guns before they could even learn the truth.
What Xu Huo saw now was close to the aftermath.
Communication between the two Clown Cities was difficult. Sunset Clown City seemed to have widely exposed the truth, but the effect wasn't as good as Dawn Clown City's.
Gentle discovery of the truth and gentle pursuit of fault weren't what Clown City urgently needed.
For Xin Lang, Xin Hui, and those who had sacrificed themselves, the past could all be abandoned. For the future, the truth wasn't that important either.
(Chapter End)