Chapter 75

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"Master, the包围圈 is complete! Everyone in Lingling is here, and those who escaped have been pursued and eliminated. The city gates are sealed, and the riverbanks are also secured."

"In the current Lingling City, not even a bird can fly out!" On the deck of the ship, the commander of the 3,000-system army stood tall and reported formally.

He had the demeanor of a tough military man, but upon closer inspection, one could see the subtle signs of sycophancy hidden beneath the surface.

He couldn't help but be sycophantic and didn't dare not to be. After all, he was a Shadow Clan member, a slave of the Celestials.

In fact, most of the soldiers in the system army were like him. Who would join the military if they could survive otherwise? The discipline was strict, and they were always on standby, with very little freedom.

If it were a pure player army, they might not be so unpleasant. Players might act recklessly when there were few of them, but when there were many, they tended to value privacy and face. On the contrary, the Shadow Clan, being slaves, were even more ruthless when oppressing other slaves, who just had different origins.

Although the commander had an army of 3,000, making him a significant figure in this world of Republican Masters, he couldn't afford to offend even a Celestial with a bit of background, let alone the one in front of him.

Compared to this person's father, he was nothing. That was a general in the human army, a powerful figure in the entire Federation. He, on the other hand, was just a colonel in the lowest world, unable to even look up to the other.

Hong Qingsong took a sip of red wine and grunted, not commenting. He thought to himself: Is the person worth such a grand operation, and can your half-baked army really contain them?

Seeing the fat man's indifferent expression, the commander wiped his sweat. This reaction made it difficult for him to speak. Just as he was at a loss, hurried footsteps sounded. Turning around, he saw a subordinate running towards him and exclaimed, "Is it done?"

The person nodded and gestured. A squad of soldiers brought over three or four sobbing, tear-streaked girls.

"Master, these are specially prepared for you by my men. They are all top-notch," the commander said, rubbing his hands and fully exposing his sycophantic nature.

Glancing at the soft and tender girls, Hong Qingsong nodded, "Hmm, not bad."

"Phew~" The commander let out a long breath. Seizing the opportunity while the fat man was in a good mood, he said, "Master, there's one more thing..."

"Hmm?"

"About... about..."

"Speak up! I don't have time to guess your thoughts," Hong Qingsong glared at him.

"My order to bombard Lingling City has been reported to the Justice League. Can you handle it?"

Hong Qingsong, who was walking towards the girls, paused for a moment: "Damn those bastards!"

The Justice League, with its俗气 name, was a civilian organization in the Federation. They considered themselves the vanguard of environmental protection in the new era. Their ridiculous motto was: The game world belongs to us, and to the NPCs, but ultimately to the NPCs. We should love, cherish, and live in peace and harmony with the NPCs, opposing violence and war!

Every era had its share of fools. In Hong Qingsong's eyes, they were just a bunch of fools. But fools or not, they had some influence, and dealing with them...

Hong Qingsong's small eyes glared fiercely at the middle of the deck. There, row after row, over a hundred players from Lingling City were bound.

"Was it you who informed the Justice League? This Republican Masters world is a remote and desolate place. If no one had tipped them off, how would the Justice League know? You thought you could pressure me through the Justice League to let you go? Nice idea... but too naive?"

"Do you know why you're tied up here? It's because one of you is in league with a traitorous NPC! Don't think your little tricks are hidden from me!"

Hong Qingsong, who had made Dugu Fu wary, had deduced the truth from various clues.

"I don't know who it is, but it doesn't matter. I'll find out soon..."

"The traitor is in Lingling City. I don't need to know who they are. NPCs only have one life. If I kill everyone in Lingling City, the traitor will have no character to use and will inevitably reveal their identity. Then I can follow the trail..."

Hong Qingsong clenched his fists and sneered, "Do you think a mere protest from the Justice League can stop me?"

The player camp was deathly silent, with only Hong Qingsong's words echoing. As he spoke, one player's face gradually turned pale, and his body trembled involuntarily.

This was San Guang Budao, who was sweating profusely, feeling guilty.

It was too terrifying, too scary! This guy, this guy knows everything? I thought he was just a spoiled rich kid, recklessly breaking all the rules.

Only now did San Guang Budao realize the deep calculations hidden beneath the surface of his madness.

I always felt good about myself, thinking the only difference between me and others was being born into a good family. But today, I realize that there are people above me, and I am just an ordinary person, as stupid as a fool in front of truly smart people.

If I had known the waters were so deep and the current so swift, I would never have gotten involved! San Guang Budao was in a panic, feeling the urge to urinate. Under Hong Qingsong's pressure, he almost stood up to confess.

Fortunately, he remembered Dugu Fu's words and retained a sliver of hope in the equally mysterious brother, so he didn't go out.

However, it was uncertain how long he could hold out... just as no one knew when a death row inmate would break down.

Just as he was in a mental struggle, the phone rang with an unknown number. "Hello, who is it?" he instinctively answered.

"Guess who." The voice on the other end was mysterious.

San Guang Budao's eyes widened: "Brother? Brother? How do you know my number? Where are you?"

"You gave me your number, don't you remember? Where are you?"

Looking around, San Guang Budao quickly described the situation on the deck, panicking: "Brother, Brother, what should we do now?"

"It will be resolved soon. I guess you're on the ship, and everyone is grouped together, right?"

"Yes, it's convenient for management." The number of people was clear, and their positions were obvious.

"Good, I need your help with something very simple..." After a moment, Dugu Fu hung up the phone.

"Are you about to start your revenge?" On a small boat, Jiaozipi extinguished his cigarette and asked with a hint of anticipation. Around him lay a boat full of similarly injured players.

"Yes." Dugu Fu nodded solemnly.

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