Wang Shun was helpless and tried to stop Bai Liu: "There is no such thing as playing on the court and going to the casino in the league."

"Do the rules allow it?" Bai Liu glanced at Wang Shun.

Wang Shun paused: "The rules allow it."

But he then added anxiously: "However, the teams that players play against rarely survive the preseason. Controlling the casino requires a lot of money and manpower, and will also bring huge psychological pressure to the players. Once they lose, they will be beaten badly by crazy gamblers!"

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

He interrupted Wang Shun who was about to continue and said, "The guild is now in your hands. Things won't be peaceful from now on. Be careful not to show up with other members."

"——Easy to be beaten by people from other guilds."

"...Why was I beaten?" Before Wang Shun could react, Bai Liu waved his hand lazily and walked towards the wandering circus troupe who were waiting for him outside.

Soon, Wang Shun understood why Bai Liu said that things would not be so peaceful from now on.

"Mr. Wang Shun, there's a quarrel on the forum!" Someone hurried over to report to Wang Shun, looking around anxiously, "Where's President Bai?! Someone is pretending to be him and posting on the forum!"

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

There are dozens of popular posts at the top of the forum, and the posters are not anonymous. They reveal their real names - they are all Bai Liu.

In these dozens of posts, he sharply mocked the ten major guilds, criticizing each guild as useless. At the same time, he also praised his team [Wandering Circus] to the sky, and he also very conceitedly made a challenge to Spade, the player who ranked first in the rankings——

——【I am not very satisfied with the label of Spade No. 2, but I am happy to see Spade being labeled as White Willow No. 2.】

Wang Shun staggered back two steps dizzy and almost fell to his knees!

Now is the most intense time of the cheering season. The slightest spark between the fan groups of the major guilds can cause a huge uproar. The guild teams are extremely cautious in their actions, fearing that their opponents will find fault with them and attack them.

Now that Bai Liu has dropped so many powerful "bombs" from the air, all the firepower on the forum has been unprecedentedly concentrated, all directed at Bai Liu and his family, and the noise has become a mess.

Many angry fans have already come over to surround Bai Liu and want to beat him up from a distance to vent their anger.

Wang Shun, who was beaten to a pulp by Bai Liu, was so overwhelmed that he slumped down on his chair, smiling bitterly with empty eyes: "You poked the basket and ran away, Bai Liu, you are such a jerk..."

the other end.

Bai Liu, the president of the Hustling Club, showed no remorse for what he had done. Instead, he acted more arrogantly. He put on a pair of exaggerated sunglasses from somewhere and walked to the game login entrance under the escort of the circus members. He looked up and began to choose the game to log in.

Mu Sicheng looked around alertly and asked in confusion: "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that many people are very hostile to us..."

"It's not your illusion." Mu Ke opened the forum and frowned. "The forum is full of discussions about us, but they are all negative... The reason is that someone who claims to be Bai Liu has posted a lot of posts provoking other guilds."

Liu Jiayi stepped forward to take a look, and after browsing all the posts, her expression changed to = =.

It's obvious that Bai Liu was responsible for this kind of insane operation...

——This wave of reverse marketing to gain popularity was really extreme. Although it attracted a lot of attention to them, it must have been a headache for Wang Shun.

After all, since these fans can't find Bai Liu as the real person to vent their anger on, they will most likely be angry at the guild...

During the discussion, players with angry eyes kept approaching Bai Liu and his friends.

Bai Liu described the characteristics of the entire wandering circus in great detail in the post, even writing out the style of sunglasses he was wearing. Therefore, these players recognized Bai Liu at a glance.

After Bai Liu selected the game, he turned around and slowly lowered his sunglasses, revealing a pair of smiling black eyes as he looked at the players approaching him.

He seemed to find the scene amusing.

But Bai Liu quickly turned around and said, "Let's play the game. We plan to play at least ten games a day. If anyone can't stand it anymore, we'll call a halt and continue playing after a break."

The five people disappeared in the center of the crowd.

A pair of apple-green eyes in the corner stared at the scene motionlessly, then turned around and entered a level three game.

In the Gamblers' Guild, Charles pulled out the scarf from across his chest.

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

"—Cheers to the victory and money bestowed by fate."

In the King's Guild, Hong Tao was shaking a bottle of Puxu Tears, which was returned to her by Liu Jiayi.

Hong Tao's eyes looked through the teardrop-shaped glass bottle and drifted far away, as if she was recalling a long-disappeared soul behind the remaining tear, until someone knocked on her door.

Someone pushed the door open nervously and reported in a low voice: "Queen, Bai Liu seems to be participating in the competition this year..."

"Then let's participate." Hong Tao put away the glass bottle and replied calmly, "We have done everything we can to stop him. This result may be the real result."

Hong Tao looked at the photo on the desk. It was a group photo taken after clearing a large-scale dungeon. This was what a guild leader was like. He needed to do many ceremonial things to consolidate others' trust in him, such as taking group photos.

In the photo, Liu Jiayi lifted a corner of the witch's veil, revealing a rare innocent smile on her usually cold face. She looked trustfully at Hong Tao who was standing beside her. The background was a strange fog with an uncertain future - that was the background of this dangerous level three game.

But the danger seemed to disappear with Liu Jiayi's innocent smile.

In the background stood Liu Ji, looking silly. Qi Yifang, with a wound on his face, squatted at Liu Jiayi's feet, smiling brilliantly and making a "yeah" sign. The huge Titan was half-kneeling silently in the background. Although he tried hard to lower his head, the camera only captured his chin.

Hong Tao stood in the center of everyone, with Liu Jiayi leaning in her arms - they were the two core members of this year's team, surrounded and embraced by everyone.

Her eyes lingered on the photo for a moment, then she reached out and covered it with her hand.

Hong Tao put the glass bottle into the deepest drawer and raised her head: "Spread the news that the little witch has betrayed the King's Guild."

The messenger paused, and he raised his head with red eyes: "Queen, the little witch really can't come back..."

Hong Tao continued to give orders without any emotion on her face: "...bring out the secret rotation player [Nun] that we originally prepared for the little witch, and arrange for her to enter the game pool today. I will start special training for her as a formal team member..."

The reporter's head drooped helplessly: "...Yes, Queen."

When the reporter was about to turn around and leave, Hong Tao suddenly called him: "Wait."

The reporter turned around and was surprised to find that the queen, who was always decisive in killing, was now holding her forehead with a loose posture and looking at the photo on the desk with an unfocused look - he remembered that the queen had just pressed down this photo.

For some reason, she put this photo up again.

The reporter asked carefully, "Queen, is there anything else?"

Hong Tao lowered her eyes, and gently stroked Liu Jiayi in the photo with her slender white fingertips. She sighed as if she was melancholy and helpless, closed her eyes tiredly, and threw two boxes to the informant.

"——These are two extraordinary props originally prepared for the little witch. One of them contains a pair of invisible glasses that can be permanently visualized. Any harsh environment will not affect its use——" Hong Tao was silent for a moment, and then continued, "——The other prop is a potion. Drinking it can restore your vision forever."

"Please give it to her for me," Hong Tao said calmly, "and give her another message - see you next time, we'll be at the stadium."

"——Let her not regret or escape no matter what she chooses, whether it is betrayal or doubt in the future, but look with her own eyes."

"This is the last lesson I taught her."

The messenger stood there for a long time, bowed and stepped back: "Yes, Queen."

Hong Tao sat alone in the darkness for a long time facing the photo. Finally, she put the photo into the drawer that contained Psyche's tears.

In the deepest part of the drawer, one can vaguely see an even older photo. In the photo, the young Hong Tao is sitting on the lap of a man whose face cannot be seen clearly. He holds her waist, and she is dancing with her arms carefree and laughing wildly.

Hong Tao locked the drawer, stood up, and left without looking back.

Golden Dawn Guild.

Although this third-ranked guild has such a shining name, its headquarters is actually located next to a darker zone in the game. From the outside, the building is dull and unnoticeable, just like the guild's style of doing things, low-key, simple, strict and rigid.

But on the contrary, the interior of the building was brightly lit, as bright as a summer day, and players kept walking back and forth with serious expressions, with system panels hanging in front of them that analyzed large amounts of data. It looked like a high-end technology testing base, and not like a guild where players gathered.

Golden Dawn is a very unique guild. Compared to highly open guilds that allow players to join and leave at a large flow of people, Golden Dawn is a very closed guild, just like Killer Order.

Players who want to join Golden Dawn must go through a strict review, and no one knows what the review standards of this guild are. It is only known that very few players can join or leave this guild, so there are very few ordinary players in the guild - this also makes the internal information of this guild difficult to explore, making it very mysterious.

Most guilds' impression of Golden Dawn is the same as Wang Shun's evaluation of it - it seems to be a guild where basically only foreigners gather.

And just as Wang Shun had impression of it, the president of the Golden Dawn Guild was also a foreigner.

"Knock knock knock!" Someone knocked on the door of the president's office. "Captain Georgia, I have something to report."

"Come in."

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

The captain, whose name is Georgia, has deep yet soft features, a high nose bridge, and facial features, as described by her fans, that are as pure and elegant as the first light of dawn, with a sense of luxury that shines with gold. In short, she looks particularly expensive.

When this captain made his first appearance in the league, he was voted into the safe line by enthusiastic fans and got the gold medal of immunity from death. He is well-known for getting the gold medal by relying on his looks - he currently ranks third in the popularity list of looks, just below the heart, which is related to Georgia's reclusiveness and dislike of showing up.

His profile may seem quite friendly, but when he looks at you straight on, that feeling disappears instantly.

Georgia's gaze is very focused and powerful, and people who are stared at by him will involuntarily have the illusion that "I seem to be very important to him." But when you get to know him, you will find that he is just observing whether you are dangerous. He is a serious person who is difficult to get along with.

Just like his personality, Georgia's long, smooth dark brown hair was neatly tied into a high bun at the back of his head, but his complexion was obviously unhealthy, with a strange cold white color at the edge of his lower lip, but this was not visible at all in his usual behavior.

The person who came over saw Georgia standing up with his hand on the table, and immediately walked over nervously and asked him to sit down: "Captain, your old wounds from the attack by the heretics have not healed yet, just sit down and listen to my report!"

Georgia clenched her fist and coughed twice, then apologized before sitting down.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued to report: "Captain, this is what happened. The Heretic Management Bureau in Area 1 has recently taken in two heretics. One is called Rose Water, special level one red, and the other is a corpse that seems to be related to Rose Water. It is said to be very dangerous and cannot be classified according to the existing danger level."

"It is said that these corpses can affect the evolution of other heretics, so it is not a good idea to keep them in an area with the most heretics. We are going to transfer them to the Heretic Management Bureau overseas."

"——Currently, Area 1 is leaning towards being transferred to our branch, Area 3." The man handed over the system panel, "Area 1 asked us to clear out a base in advance to accommodate the heretic whose danger is unknown. Captain, if you agree to Area 1's application, we will log out of the game and start making preparations."

Georgia took over the system panel, but frowned when she saw the signatory on the application form: "Why is it the captain of the second team, Cen Mingming? Isn't this kind of special red heresy transfer usually applied for by the captain of the third team?"

The visitor hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to tell Georgia about this, but finally raised his hands in surrender under Georgia's gaze and had to confess honestly: "-I heard that the captain of the third team has left the team."

"Leaving the team?" Georgia was stunned. "Why would he leave? This captain seemed to love this job."

"——Don't treat everyone as yourself, Captain." The team member complained, "Not everyone is a workaholic like you. You go to work and train even though you can take a leave with an injury. The work of the Heretic Administration is so tiring, and the salary is not even as high as making extra money in the game. I can completely understand why this branch captain resigned."

Georgia glanced at him calmly: "This is a sacred job."

The team member interestingly made a zipper motion on his mouth and stopped talking.

After Georgia agreed to the request, she handed the system panel back to the team member. The team member took the system panel and looked at Georgia with concern. Instead of leaving, he asked in a low voice: "--Georgia, is your brother still upset because you didn't bring him with you on the mission and he got injured?"

The address he used was "Georgia" instead of "Captain", which was obviously an attitude of asking about personal matters.

Georgia slowed down his review of the documents, curling his fingers around his pen but not looking up.

The team member understood what he meant: "Or are you still angry because your brother had been playing the game without telling you for a year, and this year he secretly joined our guild as a team member to participate in the league, but you found out?"

Georgia still said nothing.

The team member couldn't help but chatter on and on: "Young people are always very reckless and impulsive. He did this because he was worried about you. Maybe you can talk to him. You are his last family member. You also know that after being influenced by that heretic, your health has been poor and you are always injured. He just wants to protect you..."

"He is also my last family member." Georgia raised his head and interrupted the team member. "If he has considered my feelings, he should not have hidden this from me."

Because of his fluctuating emotions, a slight blush appeared on Georgia's usually calm and composed face, and his breathing became much faster. He lowered his head, covered his mouth, and began to cough violently.

"OK! OK! I won't say anything more!! Georgia, calm down!" The team member raised his hands and stepped back helplessly: "Take a deep breath!"

Georgia raised her hand coldly: "Please go out."

The team member turned away helplessly, and finally whispered something through the crack of the door: "Georgia, I heard that the captain of the third team quit the team for a man named Bai Liu."

"It is said that he was the one who made the rose perfume, but somehow, District One released him and took the captain of the Third Squad with him. Some people even said that the captain of the Third Squad ran away because he fell in love with Bai Liu. Otherwise, there is no other reasonable explanation."

The team member shrugged: "It sounds outrageous, right? I think it's outrageous too, so it's just gossip, just listen to it."

With that, he quickly closed the door and ran away before the old-fashioned Georgia could scold him for gossiping.

Georgia in the room frowned and thought: "Bai Liu?"

On the other side, Bai Liu and his group, who had completed ten games, came out of the game.

Bai Liu's shirt and pants were soaked, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water, but in fact it was all sweat. Mu Ke lay on the ground motionless as soon as he came out. Liu Jiayi sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Mu Sicheng was the only one who was better off. He leaned against the wall and drank a drink of energy-restoring potion, with sweat dripping from the ends of his hair.

The one in the best condition was of course Tang Erda. Except for his slightly wet back, he looked no different from before entering the game.

Those players who originally wanted to mock Bai Liu in the game login area have become numb - this is the tenth time they have seen this group of people appear at the game login entrance.

This bunch of perverts... on average they could clear a second or even third level instance in less than half an hour. The games on the screen were being extinguished one by one as if they were being swallowed up by this group of people.

The audience in the small TV area were even more stunned - they were watching the small TV of these five people as if it was turned on at 32 times the speed. Sometimes they didn't even understand what the game was about, and these five people had quickly completed the level and logged into the next game.

There were many people in the forum who originally scolded Bai Liu for being ignorant, but now the forum is silent and no one dares to say a word.

Tang Erda's suppression of absolute strength was so shocking.

Where did Bai Liu find such a terrifying main attacker?! How high is this guy's attack panel? How did this group of people keep up with Tang Erda's attack speed?! Can you see clearly how fast this guy shoots?!

With such a huge amount of attention, these discussion topics successfully replaced the posts originally posted by Bai Liu and became the hotly debated issues by everyone in the entire game.

Bai Liu, lying on the ground, touched his hair and pushed the dripping wet hair to the back of his head. He exhaled happily and looked at Tang Erda with a smile: "In the previous ten games, you were the one who got the highest recharge points among us. It seems that these audiences like your appearance and strength very much. Of course, we do too."

"..." Tang Er was not very good at discussing his own attractiveness, so he changed the subject abruptly, "Today's game training ends here. Log out of the game. You need to learn some specific information about your future opponents."

"Why is there more..." Mu Sicheng let out a miserable howl and sat on the ground with a look of despair.

Bai Liu made an OK gesture.

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Inside Bai Liu's rental house.

Bai Liu dug out a whiteboard and some markers from somewhere and stood them up for Tang Er to write and explain. The other people sat on the bed opposite the whiteboard, sitting in a row and looking at Teacher Tang who was about to give a lecture.

Being stared at by a former enemy with such a thirst for knowledge, Tang Er felt uncomfortable, but he suppressed it, cleared his throat, raised a red marker and began to draw on the whiteboard:

"The top ten guilds in the game are your biggest enemies. You must be prepared to fight any of them. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle. Next, I will explain the characteristics of each team to you according to the guild ranking..."

Tang Erda looked around with a straight gaze:

"Since I don't know much about the Killer Sequence team, but you all have a deep understanding of the King's Guild, the guild we will explain today is the Third Guild—"

"——Golden Dawn Guild."

When today's briefing was over, the others packed up and went home or to school. Bai Liu looked at Tang Erda, who was staring at the words "Golden Dawn" in front of the whiteboard and was distracted. He poured a glass of water and handed it to him: "Do you know their president?"

Tang Er beat him up and didn't take Bai Liu's water: "I don't want to ask you how you know this anymore."

"I can see that." Bai Liu put the water aside and sat next to Tang Erda. "You are deliberately avoiding explaining his skills - this is usually your attitude towards acquaintances. Can you tell me about President Georgia?"

Tang Erda took out a cigarette from his pocket and pointed at Bai Liu: "Do you mind?"

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

Tang Erda lit up the cigarette and took a long puff. "——He and I are not acquaintances, we can only be considered colleagues. He is from the third district of the Heresy Processing Bureau, in charge of high-risk heretics."

"To be precise, the one who can be considered an old acquaintance of his is—" Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu, "—you, Bai Liu."

Bai Liu understood: "What happened between him and me in other timelines?"

"When your subordinate Mu Sicheng was smuggling heretics overseas, he ran into Georgia who was on patrol, arrested him, and handed him over to you. You did something to Georgia, or used some heretic to contaminate him, and then released him one night later."

"But after Georgia returned, his body became weaker and weaker. Every day he seemed to be suffering from severe torture. He was unconscious and couldn't even explain what you did to him that day. Sometimes he even had suicidal behavior."

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