Mu Ke held the loudspeaker with a blank expression, and endured the minute in his life that he least wanted to recall, letting this broken loudspeaker say the last word.

After Trumpet shut up, the young master, who was so embarrassed that his toes curled up, pretended that nothing had happened and continued the previous conversation, but his tone was obviously weaker: "--Bai Liu asked us to come to you so that we can help you build a better guild."

The eyes of the players from the Scavengers Guild below all turned to the broken copper trumpet in Mu Ke's hand, paused for a moment, and then subtly moved to Mu Ke's face standing on the table.

Although they didn't say anything, Mu Ke could read from their eyes the meaning of "Is that all?"

Mu Ke: “…”

The two sides entered a strange stalemate, as if no one knew who had pressed the pause button.

Mu Sicheng stood in front of the hall door without taking a step back. There was no player present who could knock him over and escape.

But at the same time, these people's stance is also very firm. Even if they are trapped here, they will not be easily persuaded by Mu Ke to give up the right to join the King's Guild to help the new president who they have never met and is now under siege.

They have been able to survive in this game for so long. Although they may not be good at anything else, their ability to seek benefits and avoid harm is first-rate.

Mu Ke took a deep breath and raised the loudspeaker again. The shrill sound of the loudspeaker, along with Mu Ke's clear voice, echoed in the small low-rent building on the ground floor.

"We will not stop players from joining the King's Guild. If you want to go, you can go. But we want to persuade those players who do not want to continue to be exploited and enslaved in the big guild, but have no better way out."

"If someone is tired of being oppressed and harvested by the bottom of the guild, tired of the fear of living a life without dignity and ability, no matter how hard they struggle, they will just be a leek in another place just to survive, then you can listen to what I have to say, which may give you a completely different choice."

Mu Ke's eyes were clear: "After I finish speaking, no matter what you choose, we will let you go."

The players below still looked unconvinced, but because of Mu Ke's words, curiosity clearly appeared on their faces.

Although I know that the ideal choice mentioned by Mu Ke is unlikely to exist under the current game order, I still want to hear what this young player has to say.

Or maybe they still had a tiny hope, hoping for a better option than the King's Guild, even though they knew rationally that this was impossible.

There are very few individual players who can survive in the game without joining a guild.

This is a well-understood survival axiom - in extremely bad situations, such as in this game, the survival rate of individuals in a group will be much higher than that of a single individual.

Just like being trapped in the snow in the wilderness, the possibility of a group of people surviving by huddling together for warmth is much higher than that of a single person.

Even though the weak in a group may be exploited, sacrificed, or even trampled on for the amusement of the strong, if they give up their dignity they can live longer. This is the way for ordinary people to survive after entering this game, and it is also the most likely path to success they can find. Although it is cowardly, it also makes sense.

The crowd that was crowding toward the Mushicheng exit gradually retreated.

They looked at Mu Ke standing on the table with vigilant and disbelieving eyes, but their bodies, on the contrary, stayed around the table where Mu Ke was standing, choosing to stay and listen to the different choice, which they didn't know whether it was true or false.

These players who have lived in public housing for a long time have dirty faces, just like those people in the normal world who have lived in public housing for decades: messy, unkempt, and depressed.

After relaxing, his eyes and expression were dull and blank, as if he had been tortured to the point of being mentally unstable.

These players gathered together, squeezed together, raised their heads and stared at Mu Ke with empty eyes, which reminded him of the refugee slums for some reason.

In this game where you can adjust your appearance at will, players like this are usually the lowest level players in the game. They don't care about their appearance at all and don't have any other requirements.

Their only request is to survive.

Mu Ke stood on a table that was more than one meter higher than the others. Under the gaze of so many people, he looked down at the people surrounding him.

At this moment, Mu Ke was even a little dazed. He saw that the numb and stagnant eyes of these people were the same as his own, with a faint light shining in their eyes, shouting "Save me".

——Bai Liu's faint expectation for the legendary newcomer who has not yet arrived here, the besieged wanderer, their new president, the god who saved him, lit up in the silent eyes of these people as Mu Ke spoke.

"You said... New President, Bai Liu gave us another choice. What is this choice?" Someone finally couldn't help it. He stepped forward, raised his head and questioned Mu Ke.

Mu Ke took a deep breath and said, "It's a deal. Bai Liu will make a deal with you. After the deal is done, he will be responsible for developing your abilities so that you can complete the game independently and support yourself."

"But as a group, you have to pay him a monthly salary regularly, and everyone will share the share equally. After paying him the monthly salary, no matter how many points and props you earn in the game, they will belong to you. He will not ask you for a penny, and he will not charge you a sky-high commission like other guilds."

The eyes of the players below gradually widened. They looked at Mu Ke in bewilderment and disbelief, and raised their hands one after another to ask questions:

"Not taking our commission and props?!"

"Really?"

"Will you still provide us with resources to train us??!"

"Yes." Mu Ke nodded very affirmatively. He exhaled and looked at the players. "Bai Liu will not, nor does he want to, exist as an upper class that rules over you. He will not control or exploit you. He will only help and train you so that you can earn more points and money, and then pay him a monthly salary."

"Do you know the entertainment company? Compared to the president, Bai Liu is more willing to be your agent. He manages you, develops training plans and resources for each of you, and plans the best path for you to develop in this game."

Mu Ke smiled a little: "Your new guild leader doesn't like to be the boss. He told me that if you are willing to cooperate and trade with him, then you will be the boss who pays him a monthly salary. Then, of course, each of you will be the owner of the guild and have the greatest power in the guild."

"He will delegate the power of the president to each of you, allowing the guild to exist as a community."

The players below were already confused; they had never heard of such an absurd guild concept before. It was as if someone was building a utopia for them that was full of traps but looked perfect.

The audience was still afraid and doubtful, and because the composition looked so beautiful, they became even more afraid with hope in their hearts. They couldn't help but gather together to discuss and whisper, but they were getting closer and closer to the round table where Mu Ke was, and farther and farther away from the gate where Mu Sicheng was guarding.

How could anyone be willing to do something like this, delegating their power to a group?

This looks too much like a beautiful lie specially woven to seduce them. There are many players in the game who are smarter than them, and this kind of bright and beautiful "lie" is not the first time it has appeared.

But this time, they couldn't help but ask what followed this lie.

Someone asked in a trembling voice: "Bai Liu, no, how is President Bai going to delegate his special powers?"

"If you agree to cooperate." Mu Ke looked at everyone, he was silent for a moment, and clicked on the game panel, "Your new president signed a lot of documents and sent them to me before entering the game. Now I will show you this document."

Mu Ke held up his system panel, on which was a copy of the "Seventy-eight Explanatory Regulations on the Split and Transfer of Management Rights of the Rotten Association". Scrolling down, he could see that Bai Liu had already signed, leaving only Party B's handwriting blank.

"Bai Liu has signed thousands of copies of this document." Mu Ke slid through the copies one by one, showing them to the players below. "If you are willing to accept Bai Liu's terms, I will give you this contract now and let you sign on Party B."

Mu Ke's eyes were calm as he explained word by word, "Bai Liu will transfer the rights of the guild to each of you, allowing each of you to own a part of the guild. He is not just talking, he will really use black and white, system-recognized contract terms to make you the true presidents."

After this document appeared, the entire low-rent building fell into silence so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

These players breathed rapidly, their pupils dilated, and their chests heaving as they looked at the document held high by Mu Ke, tilting their heads back and eagerly wanting to see every word on it clearly.

Mu Ke also considerately knelt on one knee on the table and lowered the system panel so that the nearby players could see the contract clearly from a close distance.

In the game, everything can be fake, name, appearance, props, skills, all of these can be faked in various ways to deceive the public, but there is one thing that cannot be fake -

——That is the contract after being stamped and certified by the system.

This stuff is real!!!

"It's a real contract!!! It's a real contract signed by President Bai!!" After the first player roared in anger, the originally quiet low-rent building was instantly thrown into waves of noise that were louder and louder.

The numb and pale expressions on these people's faces faded, and turned into incredible excitement. They argued with red faces and thick necks, and cried silently with their heads raised. Colorful emotions appeared one by one on the faces of these low-level players who were originally rigid and indifferent like corpses.

After Mu Ke finally calmed down the crowd, the first player who managed to calm down came forward to ask him, "It's like this, we are all very grateful to Bai Liu, no no no! It was President Bai who was willing to make this decision! We are very willing to cooperate with President Bai in this way!"

The man paused and changed the subject: "But we all want to ask one thing."

Mu Ke asked: "What's the matter?"

The players looked at each other and then at Mu Ke. They clenched their fists in front of their chests and rubbed them nervously. They shook off their previous contemptuous attitude and leaned forward to ask sincerely, "We would like to ask, what is the deal that President Bai wants to make with us? Can we really afford the items that President Bai wants?"

"You can definitely afford it. You have something that President Bai thinks is very valuable," said Mu Ke.

"What do we have that would make President Bai think we are worth the contract?" The others were scratching their heads in confusion.

Mu Ke smiled gently: "President Bai wants your souls."