The old man in the Tang suit was thick-skinned beyond Zhang Heng's imagination. When the rescue team arrived with the gasoline, he asked Zhang Heng to drive him back.
"The high-speed rail here will not be completed until the end of the year. For now, you can only take an ordinary train or a long-distance train back. And it's a long way from here to the station. You won't be able to hail a taxi at this hour. Why don't we go together? It'll make the journey less lonely."
"…"
Zhang Heng thought about it and finally agreed to the old man's proposal. He sat in the driver's seat, and the old man opened the door to the passenger seat.
Zhang Heng reignited the engine, and the Volvo's engine roared again. Twenty minutes later, the two finally escaped from the grassland. Since the rescue team had only brought two small barrels of gasoline, Zhang Heng drove to the nearest gas station to fill up the tank.
The old man in the Tang suit took the opportunity to sneak into the gas station's mini-mart and buy a large bag of snacks, half of which were all kinds of candy.
After getting into the car, he could not wait to tear open a pack of cotton candy, a box of egg yolk pie, and a bag of soy eggs to Zhang Heng. "Here, it's almost dawn. Have some breakfast before you start."
Zhang Heng was browsing the latest news in the player forum. The battle in the urban village had ended, but he did not know the specific situation for the time being. Arc of Light had blocked the news, and they did not make any statement. Shen Xixi's Wonder Woman ID did not log into the forum after midnight.
So, no matter how hard the players scratched their heads, they could not get any useful information. Besides, there were many posts discussing him on the forum. Zhang Heng glanced at them, closed his notebook, and tore open an egg yolk pie.
He had experienced several battles in a row, and he was indeed a little hungry.
The old man in the Tang suit stole a glance at his face. "Are you still mad at me for taking you away?"
"Should I?" Zhang Heng threw the leftover egg yolk wrapper back into the cardboard box, his face expressionless.
"To be honest, I don't like Justitia either. Roman mythology is like a pot of chowder. Pour everything into it and keep stirring it. It looks good, but the taste is indescribable. They copied here and there, adapted Greek mythology, Egyptian mythology, and mixed it with their own primitive beliefs. You have to admit that they did a good job at one time, but now most of them are just struggling at death's door. Justitia's luck is pretty good. He tied himself to the law. Nowadays, people no longer believe in gods and are more willing to believe in the law."
As the old man in the Tang suit rambled on, the Volvo left the gas station.
In the rearview mirror, the gas station staff on duty yawned and walked back to the duty room.
"Let's not talk about these depressing things." After the old man in the Tang suit finished the marshmallow, he tore open a pack of popping candy, stuck out his tongue, and poured a little on it. He then closed his eyes and showed a look of enjoyment. After a while, he said, "How have you been recently? Is everything going well? We haven't seen each other for a while. You should have gone through seven rounds of the game by now. Are you satisfied with the little gift I gave you?"
"What is this? A user feedback survey?"
"You can understand it that way," the old man smiled and raised the popping candy in his hand. "I'm different from Justitia, who has nothing better to do than to torture his agent. I've always been concerned about the physical and mental health of my partners. I'll only be happy if you're happy. After all, I've bet all my chips on you. As the old saying goes, don't mess with a gambler who has lost too much."
Zhang Heng did not comment. If it were a few months ago, he might have believed the old man's words. However, after the incident in Greenland, Zhang Heng did not believe that the old man approached him just to win the game.
The old man in the Tang suit then continued, "Actually, I came back to look for you this time. You may already know that the proxy war is about to begin."
Zhang Heng first heard about the proxy war from Mr. Coffee. After that, he asked the bartender lady about it, but all he got was an ambiguous description. Now that the old man in the Tang suit came back specifically for this matter, it was obvious that he attached great importance to it, or at least on the surface. "The proxy war is somewhat similar to the games you've experienced before.
It's still a dungeon, but it's more dangerous, even exaggerated. These dangers come not only from the dungeon but also from your competitors. As the name suggests, the proxy war is a war that only agents can participate in. Of course, your former teammates can also continue to team up with you as apostles. Don't underestimate apostles. If you use them well, they can also be a very powerful force. After all, many people are no worse than the agents. It's only because of compatibility issues or better choices that the gods abandoned them. Of course, it's up to you if you like to go solo.
After finishing the popping candy, the old man in the Tang suit finally let his mouth rest for a while. "Also, I have to remind you that when we first met, I warned you to be careful of other agents. We can't rule out the possibility that some of them will use other means to deal with their competitors. Especially after what happened tonight, you are now famous among the players. Fortunately, other than Justitia, no one should be able to recognize you. You just have to be careful not to bump into her again. Also, if you have the chance, you can also kill the people you don't like. You have done it very decisively tonight."
"I'm just returning a favor," Zhang Heng said calmly.
"I know you don't completely trust me, but it doesn't matter. One day, you will find out who really cares about you … Finally, always remember that I am your strong support. No matter what happens in the future, you can always get help from me. Tsk, if you want, you can write this last sentence in your notebook," he said, clapping his hands. "Okay, that's all. Now, we can relax a little. The journey is long. What do you want to listen to?"
The old man in the Tang suit turned on the car stereo and muttered, "I remember there's a song called 'Meowing Like a Cat' in it. Have you heard it? It's very popular recently. 'Seaweed Dance' is not bad either. Speaking of which, I saw a female streamer on TikTok before. Her figure is amazing, but I don't know if she uses a filter. I'm going to ask for her contact information to verify it …"
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