In his 20 years of professional e-sports career, this was the first time Jinro had heard someone speak to him like this! This tone was the same as when he used to scare his son by saying, "If you don't listen, I'll beat you up!"
After AliveAfter500Years disappeared, the eight of them finally broke the silence.
"He wants to beat me up?" Milo repeated as if he had heard a joke. He had originally been a little fearful of AliveAfter500Years, but now he was very angry.
"Is he threatening me? I want to see if he will teach me a lesson the day after tomorrow, or if I will kill him! " Milo's eyes were spitting fire. It was not just because of the other party's arrogant words. As a veteran gamer, he also wanted to kill the person who occupied the top spot on the leaderboards!
The others also had fighting spirit in their eyes, but there was only one AliveAfter500Years. There were eight of them, and they only had one chance. It all depended on who was faster and more capable.
"Was the scar on his face intentional?" Schwarzer asked curiously.
"It looks a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before." HWR e-Sports Club's Dorrian had a pensive look on his face. Seeing the others look over, Dorrian spread his hands. "I only said it looks familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before. As for who it is, I still can't remember."
"He should not be young," Milo said. The other party gave him the feeling of a senior, especially that imposing manner and the pressure he exerted. It did not seem like something a young person could do.
"Mmhm." Jinro nodded in agreement. This also made him even more suspicious. Even though he had retired, he had always been well-informed in the gaming circles. He had never heard of such a person.
"Forget it. I want to scout out the area first." Schwarzer could not wait to start his counterattack.
"Pfft —" Jake from Yanzhou Ocean University, who did not get along with Schwarzer, sneered. He did not say much and left to familiarize himself with the area. He could not let Schwarzer kill AliveAfter500Years in front of him.
This building was not big, and it would not take much time to familiarize oneself with the area. However, it was not small either. There were many hidden areas that could be tampered with, and there were also quite a few suitable hiding spots.
As the eight of them busied themselves in the target building, Fang Zhao went offline for another two days. He received a few calls from Wayne, the manager of the gaming department.
Wayne was very concerned about Fang Zhao's progress, but after a few days, not a single one of the names on the list had been found. But at the same time, every day, he would hear news of the names on the list signing with certain clubs or companies. For Wayne, who flipped through entertainment news every day, it was simply torturous.
He was anxious!
How could he not be anxious?
In his imagination, there had been a bright future, but now, that expectation had turned into anxiety. He was worried that the beautiful vision he had imagined would turn out to be nothing. He was worried that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He could not sleep well these days.
Unfortunately, Fang Zhao still wanted him to continue waiting.
Nine o 'clock in the morning.
Wayne called Fang Zhao again and received the same reply.
"Still waiting?! How long would that take?! Fang Zhao, I am not criticizing you. I just want to say that if we really cannot walk this path, we might as well change our strategy earlier. " Wayne pinched his eyebrows tiredly. "Actually, many people who wanted to make changes had already found their homes long before 'Battle of the Century' started. As for the remaining ones, they will complete their changes within a month after 'Battle of the Century' starts. And after a month, there will not be any more major changes because all parties have already formed stable lineups and formulated development plans. Therefore, we really do not have much time. "
"Wait until tomorrow," Fang Zhao replied.
"Tomorrow?" Wayne's heart suddenly skipped a beat. His raised eyebrows rapidly trembled. He did not know how many twists and turns his heart had already spun. He probed, "You, you have already found one?"
"You will know tomorrow." Fang Zhao still had the same reply.
Wayne was so anxious that he wanted to smash his communications device. "Can't you give me a definite reply?!"
"Nope."
After ending the call, Fang Zhao did not immediately log into the game. Instead, he warmed up in the practice area on Fiery Bird's official platform. He waited until 9: 59 before exiting the practice area and officially logging into the game.
After logging in, there was a three-second protection period. When he logged in again, Fang Zhao chose the spot where he had gone offline. And just as the three seconds were about to pass, Fang Zhao suddenly took a step to the side, raised his hand, and fired.
Three seconds were up.
Bang!
A bullet hit the ground behind him, but if Fang Zhao had not moved, this bullet would have hit Fang Zhao's head.
At the same time, around the corner in front of him, a figure collapsed. Very quickly, the person disappeared, leaving only a gun.
One.
Fang Zhao counted in his heart. He tilted his head and looked out the window. Through the window not too far away, he looked at the opposite building before withdrawing his gaze and continuing forward.
Fang Zhao was not surprised that there was no situation where they were suppressing him with all their firepower. He had picked eight people from the list that Wayne had given him. These eight people were not chosen at random.
After that, gunshots and the sounds of objects colliding and shattering could be heard from time to time inside the building.
Outside the building, on the road, a wave of heat rolled over, causing the dust on the ground to disperse.
A few mutated beasts from afar twitched their ears and looked toward the building that was emitting sounds from time to time. They lifted their feet and headed over.
Clang!
Following the sound of impact, they looked toward a rusted metal door on the second floor. The metal door seemed to have received a huge impact from the inside and was protruding outwards. The layer of rust on the outside of the metal door started to fall as the door shook. With a creak, the metal door also toppled outwards.
A mutated beast made use of the wrecked car downstairs and jumped onto the metal door on the second floor. There, there was only one gun.
Bang!
The mutated beast that was standing by the metal door and preparing to enter the building collapsed with a bloody hole in its head.
Bang, bang, bang!
After a few consecutive gunshots, all the mutated beasts near the building were shot dead. However, some of them were killed by Fang Zhao, while others were shot by people hiding in other parts of the building. The difference was that Fang Zhao did not conceal his whereabouts, but the people who shot the mutated beasts were using guns equipped with silencers.
The gunshots inside the building continued. After a short pause, they suddenly became more intense and ferocious. Glass shards fell from the windows, and there was a hole in the wall. Inside the fourth floor, wooden tables, porcelain, and other objects flew everywhere. Light bulbs exploded, and debris fell from the walls and ceiling. Then, suddenly, all the gunshots stopped. The sound of a person falling to the ground was not obvious when compared to the sound of objects falling to the ground.
After a short period of silence, there was another series of gunshots.
Every time a gunshot rang out, there would be an invisible pressure that would spread out.
Outside the building, on the road without sunlight, a gust of wind without any rhythm blew dust into the distance. From time to time, some mutated beasts heard the commotion and approached the building, but none of them were able to enter the building. They were all shot to death when they got close.
Half an hour later.
All the gunshots stopped. This time, it was no longer a short pause, but a real one.
Jasmine, whose hair was dyed camouflage, walked over from the opposite building with a gloomy face. She stopped at the entrance and pushed her hair back in frustration. After a heavy sigh, she still walked in.
It was still the third floor, the same spot where they had first seen AliveAfter500Years.
"Oh, you're all here?" Jasmine's tone was a little more relaxed, and she did not feel as frustrated as before.
Milo was squatting on the ground, chewing on a piece of wood he had picked up somewhere. His expression was even worse than Jasmine's. Seeing Jasmine enter, he spat out the wood. "Are you happy?"
Jasmine raised an eyebrow and did not reply. Instead, she looked left and right. All eight of them were here.
"Where's AliveAfter500Years?" Jasmine asked.
"I don't know. He should have logged off." Jinro stretched his arms. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was pondering some profound question.
"Does this count as a failure?" Schwarzer said. "I was directly kicked offline. Just one kick, no tricks at all."
Schwarzer could not help but tremble when he recalled the moment he had been kicked offline. He had set up a trap and a disguise to attract AliveAfter500Years's attention while he hid in the shadows. While the other party was distracted, he had relied on his agility to launch a sneak attack. In the end, he had been kicked offline. The metal door that had been knocked down had been his doing.
"I hid in the building over there, but I was discovered right from the start."
Jasmine was different from the others. She had not hidden in the building. AliveAfter500Years had only said that he would appear here, but he had not said that the others had to stay here. Thus, she had hidden herself in the building next door. Unfortunately, just as she thought she was about to succeed, before she could pull the trigger, she was shot offline by the other party. Her sniping had failed and she had been killed instead.
Seeing that Milo did not make a sound, Jasmine kicked him. "What about you?"
Milo's expression changed. He did not want to talk about this topic. "It's already over. What's the point of talking about this?"
Milo did not want to say that he had been given special treatment by AliveAfter500Years.
Regardless of close-quarters combat, regardless of which gun he switched to, he had been completely suppressed! He had truly experienced what despair was!
At first, Milo had thought that the other party could not do anything to him, which was why he had been in a deadlock for so long. Now that he had heard what the others had to say, he realized that the other party might have been able to knock him offline in one move. As for why he had been delayed for so long...
Milo wished he could give himself a slap. "Who asked you to have such a cheap mouth!"
Even his favorite automatic rifle had been taken away by the other party!
He had logged back in and asked around. Everyone else's gun had not been taken away, but his had! This was simply revenge! Special treatment!
Milo thought to himself, if he hadn't asked that question that day, would he have been given special treatment?
He had been beaten and shot, and he had even lost his favorite gun. How frustrating. How could he say that?!
"Then what do we do now?" Schwarzer asked. The blow he had received today was a little big. He had truly experienced the difference, but he was not in low spirits. He had been defeated by his idol. Although he had been mercilessly kicked offline, his heart had not changed. His idol was still his idol!
"Wait, I received a message." Jinro sensed a new message notification on his account and stopped talking to check it. He was a little nervous, but very quickly, his eyes lit up.
"I got one too," the big guy Milo hurriedly said.
Beside him, Jasmine did not make a sound, but from the looks of it, she was also checking the message.
"I got one too."
"Me too."
"Me too..."
Schwarzer watched as everyone started to check the message. Only he had not received a notification.
"What message did you guys receive?" Schwarzer asked anxiously.
"Report to the 50th floor of Silver Wing Tower tomorrow," the seven said in unison. The same message, but each with a different mood.
"Why... why didn't I get one?" Schwarzer's face was pale. He felt cold all over, as if his whole body was being dragged down.
Of the eight, he was the only one who had not received a message. In other words, only he had been rejected?
Schwarzer really wanted to join AliveAfter500Years's team, not because of the team's prospects, but because of his idol-chasing mentality. Although "Battle of the Century" has only been released for a short time, the ID AliveAfter500Years currently ranks first in Schwarzer's heart. "
Jinro opened his mouth to console this newcomer who had not yet officially stepped into the professional circle, when he heard the other party say, "Ah! Turns out I haven't removed my screen yet! "
Jinro: "..."
"Hahahaha, I got one too!" Schwarzer instantly broke away from his negative mood and wanted nothing more than to run away in joy.
"You want to sign with Silver Wing?" Jinro asked.
"Of course!" Schwarzer nodded without hesitation. "You guys aren't signing?"
Milo stood up and patted the invisible dust off his body, his expression calm. "Kid, you have to think it over. Don't be in such a hurry. Be careful not to regret signing."
Jasmine nodded in agreement, her face cold.
"That's right, you have to think it over," Dorrian from HWR E-Sports Club, who had regained his freedom, said.
"But he said 'report at Silver Wing 50th floor tomorrow.' Then after tomorrow, will he still accept people?" Schwarzer asked.
There was silence.
After a while, Milo pursed his lips and said, "If he doesn't want to accept, then so be it. After all, we are independent players. We don't even want to sign with a club, let alone an amateur entertainment company."
Two amateurs also said, "We are just amateurs. Whether we change careers or not, there is no rush."
HWR's Dorrian: "There are many clubs that want to sign me. My current employer also wants to renew my contract."
Yanzhou Ocean University's Jake: "My dad has almost 20 invitations in his hands."
"Oh, then you guys continue to think about it. I will go offline to buy a ticket! Tomorrow, I will go to Qi'an City's Silver Wing to meet AliveAfter500Years! "Schwarzer could not wait to go offline.
After a strange silence, the seven of them went offline one after another. After going offline, those who lived outside of Qi'an City did the same thing: check for tickets and air tickets.
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