The moment the mechanical sound of the system announced the end of the game, Wang Shun fell back helplessly and leaned back on the chair. Liu Jiayi's lips, which had been pursed, inadvertently curled up. Mu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and Tang Er's shoulders, which had been tense all the way, relaxed.

Nishen looked at the exit next to the big screen with a smile, and Hei Tao also looked there intently.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Bai Liu logged out from the side of the big screen. He was not in a hurry and even lowered his head to straighten his shirt.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Sicheng logged out following Bai Liu. He had some injuries on his body and was swearing at Bai Liu, as if accusing Bai Liu of immoral use of him in the game. But upon closer inspection, Mu Sicheng had a rogue smile on his face, and it seemed that he didn't really mind what happened in the game.

Because I won.

The angry curses and cheers from the audience were equally matched, mixed with the panicked screams of the enthusiastic Lambs and members:

"…The president is dead, what should we do?"

"How can we fight a team battle without a tactician?!"

Bai Liu straightened out every wrinkle on her clothes before slowly raising her face. The noisy screams and whistles in the audience disappeared in an instant, and everyone's eyes turned to Bai Liu who raised his head.

After such an exciting and thrilling game is over, the tactician of the winning side will usually stand up and make some summary statements, such as belittling the opponent and praising himself. This is equivalent to canvassing for votes in the final stage, absorbing the remaining points from the audience and building up momentum for the next game.

Bai Liu smiled and raised his hand, then bowed slightly and saluted the audience politely: "I hope that my opponent and I have provided you with a pleasant viewing experience."

After saying this, Bai Liu smiled and didn't stay for long, as if he didn't think this victory was worth his while talking about it.

Without belittling his opponent or emphasizing himself, or elaborating at length on his own victories and hardships, Bai Liu downplayed this victory as lightly as if he had won it lightly.

This restrained and elegant victory gesture is truly a sign of strength.

Especially when this kind of demeanor appears on a new tactician who is facing a professional guild for the first time, his charm to the audience will increase exponentially.

After a brief silence, the noisy voices of the fanatical Lamb supporters who lost points in the audience gradually died down, leaving only faint excited discussions.

The subject of discussion was obviously only one person.

"...Bai Liu..."

"I'm going to put half of my savings into the wandering circus..."

"I feel like this tactician is very powerful, even stronger than last year's killer sequence..."

"His damage is not as good as last year's Spade, but his sense of pressure and ability to control the situation are totally unlike a rookie. Sure enough, the dark horse that old man Charles has set his sights on is not going to be a pushover..."

When Bai Liu returned to the wandering circus, everyone stood up and handed Bai Liu the bandage.

Giving bandages to teammates returning from a match to repair injuries is a common practice, just like handing players a sip of water during a boxing match.

But... generally speaking, a bandage is enough to show your appreciation.

Bai Liu looked at the six bandages handed to him and raised his eyebrows: "I don't think I took the injury out of the game?"

Mu Sicheng, who had blood on his face, looked at this scene and said wow quietly: "...Six top-level bandages, so rich, why didn't anyone give me a bandage?"

Bai Liu took Mu Ke's bandage and handed it to Mu Sicheng, thanking him sincerely, "Thank you for your hard work."

Mu Sicheng took the bandage unhappily, his tone was impatient, but there was a hint of smile on his face: "Forget it, stop pretending to be a good guy in front of me, I hope you don't cheat me in the next game."

Bai Liu answered honestly: "I'll try my best."

Wang Shun took back the bandage that Bai Liu didn't want. He looked at Nishen and Heitao who were also silently taking back their bandages. He couldn't help but have several question marks on his face: ???

No, Bai Liu is the president of our family, and it is only natural for the four members of the wandering circus to pass the bandages.

What's going on with you two killers passing bandages?

Isn't it a bit too familiar?

Nishen, who put away his bandage, was not embarrassed at all. He smiled and stretched out his hand, trying to put his arm around Bai Liu's shoulders: "You performed really well. We, the spectators who placed bets on you, have made a lot of money. Thank you very much, President Bai, for your wonderful performance."

"Really?" Bai Liu slapped away Nishen's hand unmoved, smiled and looked at him, "If you really want to thank me so much, why don't you give me half of the points you earned from you, and we'll split it 50-50. Next time there's such a good opportunity to make money, I'll call you again?"

Nishen paused and said, "That's not necessary. It's too much trouble for President Bai."

"How can it be a trouble?" Bai Liu immediately took over as host, patted Nishen on the shoulder, and shook hands with him with a smile that sounded very businesslike. "We are not related, there is no need to be so polite."

"Haha, is that so?" Nishen started laughing, and he shook his head pretending to be confused, "I didn't know that President Bai had opened up to me so much. I am a little flattered."

Bai Liu nodded with a half-smile: "That's right? Otherwise, why would Teacher Nishen come all the way here to watch my game, bet tens of millions of points on me, and even give me a bandage?"

"Even my best friend has never been so nice to me, don't you think, Mr. Nishen?"

The two men kept talking and laughing with unchanged expressions, but they had already exchanged four or five verbal exchanges, leaving the people around them dumbfounded.

Is this a battle between top tacticians?

The confrontation ended with both sides refusing to give in.

Liu Jiayi stepped forward and asked Bai Liu, her expression solemn: "Bai Liu, Yang Zhi's skill didn't mess up your memory, did it?"

"No." Bai Liu answered quickly, "After I came down, I went over my life story in my mind, and just like before, I was able to connect."

"You know there are three memory folds in your memory..." Liu Jiayi was halfway through her words when she seemed to have thought of something and quickly glanced at Ni Shen next to her. She paused and changed the subject, "Let's compete first, and we'll talk after we get down."

Bai Liu made an OK gesture.

"Currently, we have four points in the competition. The Furious Lambs have suffered too much loss this time. They might be desperate and force us to play a team game to make up for it. Are you okay?" Tang Er frowned and looked at Bai Liu. He pinched Bai Liu's arm and almost lifted Bai Liu up. He carefully checked Bai Liu from head to toe. "Are you injured?"

Heitao stared at Tang Erda holding Bai Liu's hand tightly. Nishen beside him smiled widely. He exerted force with his hands to hold down Heitao who was about to run forward. He warned him in a low voice: "These are Bai Liu's relatives. Be honest. You can see it yourself. Bai Liu will not pay attention to you if you go over there now."

"Oh." Spade slowly lowered his head. He shook the whip at his feet, holding the bandage that he had just not handed out in his hand. He sat alone in the corner without saying a word.

He understood what Nishen meant. Bai Liu had been ignoring him after logging out of the game, and had not even taken the bandage he handed over...

It was like this before. Bai Liu would not even look at him when she saw him in the gaming pool.

Bai Liu glanced at Hei Tao with the rest of his eyes, paused slightly, and then looked at Tang Erda: "Don't worry, we can't play in this team match."

Tang Erda was stunned.

As soon as Bai Liu finished speaking, the news that the Furious Lambs had given up the game was reported by the system.

【System prompt: Furious Lamb gives up the team competition.】

[System prompt: Wandering Circus VS Furious Lamb, Wandering Circus wins.]

"They won't bother with me any more." Bai Liu smiled and turned to look at the shivering members of the Fever Lamb on the other side. "All their points were used up in this game. They can't buy the item that can erase the traces of reality."

Nishen followed Bai Liu's line of sight and looked across, smiling but with a dark look in his eyes: "This means that these people will soon be charged with crimes."

After the game, the winner and loser will shake hands in the center of the big screen.

The members of the Frenzy Lambs were so scared that they could hardly stand straight in front of Bai Liu. The image of Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi being tortured to death by Bai Liu kept replaying in front of their eyes. When they thought of what their organization had done to Bai Liu before, they trembled with fear and their faces turned pale.

Not to mention that Bai Liu has now absorbed so many points, it would be easy for him to do anything to them.

Bai Liu smiled as usual and shook hands with the members of the Furious Lambs, chatting with them casually while shaking hands:

"Oh, I know you. I just asked Wang Shun to check on you. There is a police station about a kilometer from your home. It only takes 17 minutes to walk there, or about one minute if you drive fast on a motorcycle."

"There is a police station five kilometers from your home..."

"Your home is in a good location. There are three police stations nearby. Which one do you prefer?"

After shaking hands, this group of fanatical lambs looked as if they had been severely beaten up. Their faces were covered with cold sweat, they wanted to cry but had no tears, and they stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

They have been working with Kong Xuyang for so long that they already know that what is more terrifying than what they encounter in the game is that their only belonging - all the information in the real world has been turned upside down.

No matter how crazy the players in the game world are, they are doing it for someone in reality, or for some kind of support. It is a very terrifying thing to have the reality known to others. They are well aware of this and never tire of using this weakness to attack all opponents in the game.

In the past, they used "paparazzi" to treat others like this, and now, in retaliation, Bai Liu is using "know-it-all" to treat them like this.

All we can say is that cause and effect will always come naturally.

After shaking hands, Bai Liu didn't leave and asked in a friendly manner: "Where is your paparazzi? I want to get to know him and make friends with him."

Can you call this knowing each other?

The fanatical lambs screamed in their hearts - you are deliberately looking for someone to take revenge on!

But even so, they did not dare to resist.

The member with the skill "Paparazzi" came out tremblingly, walked in front of Bai Liu, and fell to the ground. There was a burst of mocking laughter from the audience. The "Paparazzi" was embarrassed and blushed, but he didn't dare to leave. He stood up with his head down, stood in front of Bai Liu, and whispered weakly: "...Bai, President Bai, I am the paparazzi."

Bai Liu looked at him slowly for a while: "Did you keep all the photos of the victims you took?"

The paparazzi nodded hesitantly: "...keep it."

"That's good." Bai Liu smiled. "There are two police stations near your home. Wear your evidence photo, ride your crime prop motorcycle, and surrender yourself if you don't want to be tortured to death by me in the game."

The Lamb Fanatics were stunned for a moment, first feeling ecstatic at having escaped death, and then quickly realizing that something was wrong.

"Bai, President Bai..." The paparazzi asked cautiously, trembling with fear, "We have erased all traces of our crimes in reality. Even if we have evidence, we cannot surrender ourselves..."

"What does that have to do with me?" Bai Liu smiled, but the emotion in his eyes was cold. "I just want to see you suffer."

"If it's erased, you have to find a way to restore it yourself."

Bai Liu raised his eyes and glanced at the paparazzi, which almost froze the paparazzi in place. He heard Bai Liu whispering in his ear with a smile: "Of course, if you can't recover, I would rather take the initiative to torture you."

"We will definitely find a way to recover!" The paparazzi was frightened and screamed, his hair stood on end. He took a few steps back and left Bai Liu's vicinity, looking at Bai Liu in fear and emphasizing, "We will definitely recover those traces and surrender ourselves!"

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, turned around and hummed calmly: "I'll wait and see."