Wang Shun was the last one to push the door open. He took a deep breath, looked up and exchanged glances with everyone, and finally moved his gaze to Bai Liu's face: "President, notify us to draw lots."

The relaxed atmosphere in the conference room disappeared.

Bai Liu nodded slightly and said calmly, "Let's go."

Wang Shun took the lead, holding a pen and a panel tightly in his hands, and tried to keep his voice steady: "The raffle will be set up in the viewing pool of the mid-season tournament. All eight playoff teams will be present."

“After the numbers are drawn, the betting pool is immediately opened and the competition begins.”

"These teams are all very strong, and all of them wear gold medals of immunity from death." Wang Shun paused, "But only you and Mu Shen have gold medals of immunity from death."

"There is no mercy in the playoffs. Everyone has risked everything to get here for the most important desire in their hearts." Wang Shun took a deep breath, "If we go into the team competition like this, our team will be at great risk of death."

"Unless..."

Bai Liu said calmly: "Unless I win my first single-player match brilliantly, directly defeat the top star player, eat up the opponent's popularity, and directly become a high-ranking star player, leading everyone in the entire team to get a gold medal of immunity from death."

"But this is almost..." Wang Shun said in a difficult tone, "Impossible."

If Bai Liu draws lots to play, the first match will definitely be against the Killer Sequence. If it is a singles match of the Killer Sequence...

The person Bai Liu will face 100% is... the one ranked number one.

Wang Shun tried hard not to think the worst: "But President, I've told you before that the situation in the playoffs is different from that in the preseason and midseason."

"There are very few singles and doubles games in the playoffs."

"Because most of the teams that made it to the playoffs have already enjoyed enough personal benefits through single-player and double-player matches, almost all members have obtained the free-from-death medal, and the free-from-death medal can only be used once in a game. If it is used in a single-player or double-player match, it cannot be used in a team match."

"As long as their team members' rankings do not fall below the top 100 popularity safety line, the major guilds in the playoffs will adopt the principle of phased abandonment. In many cases, they will directly abandon the singles and doubles matches, retaining all the gold medals to focus on the team matches."

Wang Shun turned around and looked at Bai Liu: "That is to say, if the Killer Sequence also abandons the singles and doubles competitions, we will directly enter the team competition without the three main team members having the death-free gold medal."

"And if the Killer Sequence doesn't choose to give up the singles match, the situation will be even worse." Wang Shun's face darkened. "President Bai, you only have one gold medal of immunity from death, and you want to play two games in a row, the singles match and the team match. Then you must choose one of the singles and team matches without the gold medal of immunity from death."

"And if you lose a match without a get-out-of-jail-free medal, you're really dead!"

Bai Liu said calmly: "I don't rule out this possibility, but the result of winning the gamble is still worth a try."

"The chances of winning are too small!" Wang Shun was both frustrated and troubled. "That's the Killer Sequence! If you want to connect, you'll be facing Spade, the strongest main attacker in the entire game, in the singles match, and Nishen, the top tactician in the entire game, in the team match!"

"Do you want me to give up everything and admit defeat now?" Bai Liu turned around and asked Wang Shun calmly, "Do you want me to lead these teammates behind me who have paid everything for me, even their souls, and kneel down in front of these playoff teams without doing anything and admit defeat?"

Wang Shun was stunned.

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, not a single ray of light shone through his dark eyes: "Absolutely impossible."

"I want to win in the end."

They walked to the passage where the teams entered the mid-season viewing pool. Wang Shun stopped in the passage in a daze. When Bai Liu passed by him with her eyes downcast, Wang Shun heard Bai Liu whisper in his ear in a normal tone:

"The game between God and me has just begun."

The blinding white light instantly fell on the face of every Bai Liu who walked into the huge viewing pool, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The cheers and roars of the audience were deafening. The seats in the huge circular viewing pool were distorted, and shadows of people overlapped. There were so many people that it was difficult to see clearly. In the sky around the audience seats, huge electronic fireworks exploded and fell brilliantly.

In the center of the viewing pool is a huge silver-white screen. In a circle nearby sit eight teams with distinctive uniform styles. Behind them, neatly dressed members hold waving club flags and shout slogans in unison, creating a huge and powerful scene.

Mu Sicheng leaned slightly behind Bai Liu. He had seen many big scenes like this before, but this one still shocked him: "... How come this viewing pool is even bigger than the one during the mid-season tournament?"

"This is the playoff viewing pool." Liu Jiayi said coldly, "Nonsense, after the preseason and mid-season games, all the viewing pools in the game were merged into one viewing pool, so of course it's bigger."

The host stood on a platform above the big screen. He waved his arms and his passionate voice was transmitted to every corner of the viewing pool through the loudspeaker:

"Today, the eight teams that performed well in the mid-season competition have gathered here, but unfortunately, the killer tactician, the God-defying Judge, is absent for some reason. However, this does not interfere with our challenge match..."

Bai Liu's eyes passed through the reverse cross flag of the killer sequence and looked at the vacant tactician position. He paused, then looked away at Spade who was looking straight at him in the position next to him, and blinked lightly.

Hei Tao suddenly stood up and was about to jump into the viewing pool, but Liao Ke, who had noticed the lizard's intention, held him back with lingering fear. He helplessly held his forehead and muttered something to Hei Tao, but Hei Tao didn't seem to listen at all. He tilted his head and walked under the swaying flags, staring straight at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lowered her eyes and stopped looking at Hei Tao.

The host continued:

"I believe everyone is looking forward to this year's playoffs. Compared to the dullness of previous years and the standout performance of the Killer Sequence last year, this year can be said to be a blooming season with excellent newcomers emerging from all the major teams."

"First up is the youngest newcomer, Phoebe from the King's Guild! She's ranked 27th! That's a very high ranking!"

The host raised his hand and landed it with a resounding voice, aiming at the position of the King's Guild: "As soon as Phoebe appeared in the mid-season competition, she won the enthusiastic love of a large number of audiences with her excellent personal performance and doll-like appearance."

Phoebe held up the nun's skirt and thanked her modestly. Her emerald eyes looked at Liu Jiayi in the wandering circus team opposite. She smiled sweetly, leaned forward slightly and bowed to Liu Jiayi. She put down the hem of her skirt and put it under her chin. She clasped her hands together devoutly and whispered with her eyes closed:

"May God protect witches from ever going to hell."

Liu Jiayi's gaze shifted from Phoebe's face to the white Crown Society flag that was swaying left and right in front of them. Her eyes met with Hong Tao, who was sitting in the front row with a lazy posture.

Hong Tao lowered her eyelids, covered her eyes with a fan, and no longer looked at Liu Jiayi.

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips.

"Then there is Armand from our Golden Dawn, who has the same golden and brilliant appearance as President Georgia, and a butterfly that looks inconspicuous but can create a hurricane in every game!"

"Ranked 21!"

The host waved his hand to introduce them. He made a joke: "Of course, I hope everyone will not be deceived by the dazzling appearance of the Golden Liming President and Vice President. These two have much colder personalities than the sun. The last person who tried to make fun of them with their appearance has been swept into another world."

Armand, who was wearing a pure white uniform with gold thread trim and a golden lyre with wings pinned to his hair, looked past the swaying golden flags and landed vaguely on Mu Sicheng, who was hiding behind Bai Liu and looking left and right.

"The last of the last!" the host was excited, "Introducing to everyone! This year's strongest newcomer!"

"The chou who won thirteen consecutive single-player matches! Ranked 11th!"

The host spoke very quickly and fiercely, "This ugly player killed a spectator in the first game, and said that he didn't want us to see his true face, so he always wears an ugly mask. His mask is usually painted with the blood of the player he killed in the previous game. In such a grand occasion today, he still wore a mask, and almost killed our staff who persuaded him to take off the mask at the beginning..."

"It seems that Xiao Chou's mask is the characteristic of this player. We may not be able to see Xiao Chou without the mask in the entire playoffs."

He said that he got stuck strangely halfway through his introduction.

The host stared in amazement as Daniel, who was sitting in the Deer Hunter's position, slowly stood up, and as if suppressing his excitement, he took off the mask on his face with trembling hands.

The host said slowly and confusedly: "...Xiao Chou, took off his bloody mask."

Daniel showed a babyish face, and his apple-green eyes stared motionlessly at Bai Liu who was walking towards the stands.

He hummed a song happily, supported the audience fence with one hand, turned over and wanted to jump down, preparing to run in the direction of Bai Liu, but halfway through the jump, Cen Mingming behind him quickly grabbed his collar and stopped Daniel from jumping down.

Without even turning his head, Daniel pulled out his sniper rifle and pointed it at Cen Mingming, saying with a smile, "If you stop me from going to find him, I'll kill you."

The host was stunned: "Xiao Chou is now pointing his gun at his tactician! The Deer Hunters suddenly broke out into internal strife!"

Cen Mingming was unmoved and said calmly: "No one can be hurt in the hall."

"I told you, I can ask Bai Liu to come to you on his own initiative, why do you have to rush now?"

Daniel paused for a moment, then he put away his gun, grabbed the fence, turned over and jumped back, and sat back in his chair. His whole body was limp on the backrest, and he didn't look at Cen Mingming irritably, and his tone was also gloomy: "You'd better tell the truth."

The host came to his senses and continued the introduction, but his tone was a little uninterested: "Next are the two preseason teams."

"One team is Russell Cemetery, which gave up and came back after being completely eliminated last year. This year, they are still playing with a rotation of players, without any bright newcomers or star players."

"The other team is a rookie team. Their strength is not bad compared to Russell Cemetery, but they are still far behind the playoff teams. It is worth mentioning that two of their regular players have received the golden medal of immunity."

"One player is a roaming player, Mu Sicheng, ranked 97th. This is a marginal position. This position is a bit dangerous. If the team does not perform well in the next single game, it is likely to fall out. After all, the eight teams in the playoffs still have many reserve players waiting to gain popularity and rise."

"The other one is a tactician, Bai Liu, ranked 67th."

"A pretty good newcomer in all aspects, but I haven't found anything particularly outstanding about him yet. His tactical style is a bit extreme."

The host's tone became hesitant: "...But many people speculate that this new tactician is likely to have rule-based skills."

"Okay! Now that the basic situation of each team has been introduced, before the draw for the challenge match, please have the tacticians of the eight playoff teams have a friendly exchange with the tacticians of the two preseason teams."

The host’s voice was lazy: “Of course, unfriendly communication is also OK.”

Although the exchange of tacticians between the playoffs and preseason is a fixed part, the teams that have been able to enter the playoffs have always been very arrogant, and few are willing to pay attention to the preseason teams.

Last year, Spade was such a dark horse that few tacticians from the playoff teams were willing to come down from the stands to shake Spade's hand in the challenge tournament.

Not to mention this year.

Nishen, the good-tempered tactician, was not here. Hongtao, Executioner, and Georgia were all cold and distant. Normally, they would not even glance at the spectators who had spent millions of points on them, not to mention that they would take the initiative to reach out and shake hands with a new president who had just climbed up...

The host's eyes widened in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes twice in shock before he was sure that he was not seeing things.

"Fuck!" The host turned off the microphone, leaned over the video feed on the lift, and muttered to himself in a trance, "What's going on?!"

The presidents of the three notoriously arrogant guilds came down and shook hands with Bai Liu? !

And they queue up one by one?!

The cheers from the audience stopped briefly, and everyone looked at Bai Liu's strange situation in astonishment.

Georgia walked dignifiedly in front of Bai Liu. He looked at Bai Liu deeply, took off his white elbow-length gloves, and stretched out a bony hand to Bai Liu: "President of Golden Dawn, Georgia."

Bai Liu's gaze paused on Georgia's hand for a moment, and he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Wandering Circus, Bai Liu."

Hong Tao curled her lips, lowered her wrist and elegantly extended her right hand: "We are old acquaintances. You can call me Hong Tao."

"Thank you very much, Queen, for betting on me that day." Bai Liu bowed slightly and gently squeezed the four fingers of the red heart like a gentleman. "I hope you can continue to appreciate my performance in the future."

Cen Mingming stood in front of Bai Liu. He stared at Bai Liu for a long time before he withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Bai Liu, I am the executioner."

Bai Liu calmly extended his hand: "Executioner, I am a [poor homeless man]."

The two people held hands briefly in the air, and then Cen Mingming let go of his hand and turned away without any reluctance.

The author has something to say:

Standing aside, being ignored by everyone, and no tactician came forward to shake his hand. Another preseason team tactician Yuan Guang: QAQ

Heitao wanted to crawl under the railing to shake hands with Bai Liu, but Liao Ke held him down tightly: I want to shake hands too

Liao Ke collapses: But you are not a tactician! Sit down!

Spade: No

Bai Liu: ...Sit down

Spade: (Sit down instantly.JPG)

Liao Ke: ...