"...If this guy is really a player of the King's Guild League Team, with his skills and individual combat capabilities, he will probably have a good chance of making it to the singles tournament this year. I predict that he will definitely make it to the top five..."

"Who is he? I've searched through my entire video library and haven't seen any of his videos. But he's so ridiculously strong that he can't possibly be unknown. But this player has chosen to make his own dashboard visible only to himself. I'm really curious about his actual dashboard level!"

A man wearing a top hat, a neat suit, several large sparkling diamond rings on his hands, but strangely, he also wore a layer of white gloves under the rings. He stood at the end of the bustling audience. He held up a black lacquered wooden walking stick and looked up at the small TV that Tang Er had played.

The man's fingers holding the oval head of the civilized cane moved a little, and he kept tapping as if he was thinking. Finally, he curled his lips and smiled: "There are so many dark horses this year."

He casually pulled out half of a white bra from his chest, but this white bra was like magic, being pulled out one by one continuously. There were different patterns printed on the bra, with different player portraits drawn in pencil on them. The last one to be pulled out had a portrait of Spade.

If Wang Shun was here, he would definitely be able to quickly recognize the identity of this low-key spectator who is unknown to most players and dressed strangely - this is the person Wang Shun is looking for, the person he believes can solve the desperate situation of Bai Liu being besieged by the King's Guild - the president of the fifth guild [Gambler's Club], Charles.

President Charles's skill identity is called "Magician at the Casino Table". His favorite thing to do is to find dark horse players who may appear in the league, and then invest money to train them, allowing them to gradually grow stronger and finally shine in the league.

At the same time, during the league, the guild leader would place a huge bet on the dark horse he had cultivated and selected. Relying on the opponent's amazing performance in the game, the guild leader would also be the investor behind the scenes, winning the bet and gaining a large amount of points when the dark horse wins the game.

Simply put, the president of the Gambler's Club's favorite way of gambling is horse racing. He will record the winning dark horse every year on his magic props (such as a scarf).

Right now, for example, the president is drawing pencil drawings of the league champions on every handkerchief he pulls out of his breast pocket.

The spade on the last scarf is last year's league champion.

There is a little unknown origin. When Spade was still a newcomer, it was with the strong support of this president that he successfully won the championship. The selection of Spade as the gambling horse Charles was also due to Spade's amazing performance that overwhelmed all the league players. He made a lot of money in all the league betting games where Spade appeared.

But the odds of spades this year have been pulled too low. Almost no one would bet on spades to lose. Everyone bets on spades to win.

In such a one-sided bet, even if the winner wins, the winner will not gain many points.

As a gambler who hopes to make a huge profit with just one bet, Charles will naturally not be satisfied with a low-odds dark horse. What he needs is a dark horse that can turn the tide, is full of highlights, and is full of high risks and uncertainties at the gambling table.

Only a dark horse like this could give him a high return - this is the nature of a gambler, so the president went out to look for a new "dark horse" shortly after the start of this year's league support season.

Big guilds all have some information databases unknown to outsiders, such as Wang Shun of the Red Heart Guild, and the Gamblers Club also has such an information database.

The strangely dressed magician guild leader searched in his suit pocket for a long time before pulling out a bright rose-red silk scarf. He exhaled with a smile, "Found it."

On the front of the scarf was a pencil drawing of Tang Erda. In the pencil drawing, Tang Erda looked younger and more stern than he did now, but he did not look well. He was wearing a bloodstained uniform of the Administration Bureau, with wounds on his face and empty eyes. However, as he stared straight ahead, his eyes seemed to be filled with a floating hatred and despair, making him look decadent and insane.

In the painting, Tang Erda has a small golden trophy under his right chest, with laurel branches symbolizing the championship painted on both sides of the trophy.

On the back of the scarf was some information written in very strange hieroglyphics, which any ordinary player in the game could not understand. But after Charles squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, he looked at the small TV that Tang Er had installed with interest:

"No wonder you look familiar to me. It's you, the withered rose hunter." Charles lowered his hat and smiled more meaningfully. "Time traveler, former champion of other world lines, let me see how those fools who saw you win the trophy in that time line cheered for you, the savior they thought could take them out of the game—"

He placed his fingers on the scarf and slid it down, and saw Tang Erda's slogan: "——The legendary hunter who never missed a shot and killed monsters to save the people, the iron fist is unbeatable, the sharpshooter Tang Erda." (Here is a paraphrase of Li Shuwen's slogan, a sharpshooter in the Qing Dynasty)

When Charles saw Tang Erda's cheering slogan, his smile became more ambiguous: "[If I win, I will end this game, protect every innocent person and let you leave the game successfully]."

"How naive." Charles carelessly crumpled the rose-colored scarf with Tang Erda's picture on it into a ball and shoved it into his palm, and the scarf disappeared. "But how many people who enter this game are innocent?"

"For players whose goals and methods cannot be aligned, even if they win, they will go crazy because they cannot achieve their goals."

In short, it is not suitable to be his dark horse. He likes players who are more utilitarian and understand what they are doing and what they can get.

The magician slowly pulled and pushed his hand downwards, and when the scarf was pulled out from between his fingers, it turned into a bouquet of roses that exploded in his palm.

Charles casually handed the bouquet to the female audience member in front of him who was cheering for Tang Er and was frightened by the "bang" just now. He half bowed and smiled and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt your viewing just now, but this player's small TV is better with this bouquet of roses. For you, ma'am."

The female audience member took the bouquet of roses in confusion, and before she could react, the strange magician disappeared. She looked down at the roses in her arms and her face turned strange.

The roses that had just been given to her and were still blooming luxuriantly were now all beginning to wither.

But she soon forgot about this strange man, because something more exciting attracted her attention. She held her breath nervously and looked at the small TV where Tang Er was calculating.

[System prompt: Player *** (because the player chose not to disclose his name, it is blocked)]

[10107 new people liked player ***'s small TV, 0 new people collected player ***'s small TV (the player prohibited the audience from collecting his small TV), 7003 people recharged player *** with 10102 points]

[18,020 new people are watching player ***'s TV. Congratulations to the player for getting 10,000 likes in one minute! 10,000 points! You are loved by the audience! ]

[Congratulations to player *** for winning the promotion position and entering the core promotion position on the central screen. The number of views is increasing rapidly...]

"Promoted! Level 3 game promotion! A good start!"

"Who the hell is this person? He's so strong and so mysterious. His nameplate is hidden, and he doesn't allow others to collect it..."

——————

The attention turns back to Bai Liu's small TV.

Different from the joyous and stunning promotion scene on Tang Er's side, the situation on Bai Liu's side was a bit bleak.

Not only was he leading Liu Jiayi in a tough fight, but it seemed like he was just stalling for time until the next time Liu Jiayi's skills were recharged and then continued to delay. He didn't have the confidence to fight at all and was just trying to survive. Such a cowardly attitude would make Bai Liu disappointed even if there were spectators on his side.

Not to mention that there were no spectators, only a group of people who hoped that Bai Liu would die soon and be reborn.

"What a waste of the witch's abilities. I don't know why she would follow him..."

"Didn't he say he was a control player? He controlled the witch, but he played like this with the witch. He's too useless. The guild never made the witch suffer so much when they led her into a large group. How stupid must he be to think of delaying time... Don't let the witch take the blame for you again! If you're a man, stand in front of her and protect her!!"

The group of middle-level guild players who were watching the show in the front row were extremely anxious and almost wanted to take Bai Liu's place.

Unlike the grassroots players who were mostly jealous of Bai Liu, many of the mid-level players in the King's Guild were promoted thanks to Liu Jiayi's treatment.

Liu Jiayi is a good operator with good awareness. Most of the time, Hongtao does not care much about the lives of the players in the guild. They will let a large number of people play the third-level game together, just like raising pigs. Through the cruel game mechanism, they will screen out high-level players from intermediate players, and then screen out reserve members for the league.

Therefore, for many members, they are more afraid of Hong Tao, the ruthless president, than they are in awe of him.

Under the pig-raising practice of Red Peach, the existence of the little witch seems particularly precious.

Liu Jiayi is very good at controlling the team and stabilizing the treatment line. On the premise of ensuring the game is cleared, she will do her best to get everyone out of the game.

For many not-so-strong intermediate players, their lives were really given by Liu Jiayi. Liu Jiayi is their life-saving talisman, and they really have deep feelings for Liu Jiayi.

When the little witch was still young, this group of players treated her as a goddess. When the little witch grew older, these people vied to become her brother and father.

Now that this group of people saw the little witch running away with Bai Liu, it was as if their precious sister (daughter) had been abducted by the bad guy Bai Liu. It could be said that they had an irreconcilable hatred with Bai Liu. To sum up their feelings towards Bai Liu, they wished they could grind Bai Liu to dust on the spot and then snatch the witch Liu Jiayi back.

But now, the little witch they held in their hands worked diligently and hard for Bai Liu, protecting Bai Liu earnestly, overdrawing her energy to the point of her face turning pale without a single complaint, so their mood was simply...

Even though they hated Bai Liu to death and didn't give her a single like or point, many of them were secretly watching the little witch's TV, secretly giving her likes and begging her to be okay.

The author has something to say:

The iron fist is unmatched, and the sharpshooter Tang Erda is a paraphrase of a historical figure, Li Shuwen. Li Shuwen was a sharpshooter in the Qing Dynasty. The original sentence was "The iron fist is unmatched, and the sharpshooter Li Shuwen"; his physical strength was very strong, and the name Erda also came from this comment.

I think everyone has already seen that my education level is not enough to support me to give my children such cultural names. This name was given by my gay friend. She has been fed up with my behavior of going to the horoscope website every day to pick names according to the auspiciousness and bad luck, so she gave me this name.

A small theater:

The group of people from the King's Guild who boycotted Bai Liu recharged +1, and then +1 gave his points to 6 as wages.

Question: Is this group of people’s boycott of Bai Liu effective?