Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

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One day later.

It was already evening when the city gates of Kaifeng came into view at the edge of the horizon.

Wu Feng slowed his pace, raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat, and walked into the city gate.

The streets and alleys were still bustling, with pedestrians coming and going, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and bargaining mingling together.

He walked along the familiar street, crossed several streets, and turned into the alley leading to the Champion's Mansion.

Then he paused.

Several people were standing at the entrance of the Champion's Mansion.

He wasn't an ordinary passerby; his posture and expression clearly indicated something was off.

Several people were scattered on both sides of the mansion gate, some leaning against the wall, some standing under the trees opposite, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the mansion gate.

Sneaky and furtive.

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes, slowed his pace, and glanced at the group of people.

There were five in total. Three were dressed in ordinary cloth clothes, and two were dressed in shorts, just like ordinary people.

But that posture doesn't lie.

With a straight back, feet slightly apart, and a stable center of gravity, this is a habit that only those who stand at attention year-round have.

And their eyes. When ordinary people watch a spectacle, their gaze is scattered, looking around aimlessly.

These people were different; their gazes remained fixed on the entrance to the Champion's Mansion, occasionally meeting briefly before quickly looking away.

Wu Feng continued walking forward without stopping.

The group of people looked him up and down, then looked away and continued to stare at the gate.

They clearly didn't recognize him.

That's right. He was wearing a straw hat with the brim pulled down, dressed in ordinary clothes, and looked no different from the wandering martial arts practitioners on the road.

Wu Feng walked to the gate of the mansion and stepped onto the steps.

The group of people hesitated for a moment. One of them quickly stepped forward, raised his hand to stop them, and asked, "Friend, please wait. Do you live here?"

His tone was quite polite, but the way he stopped people was very natural, as if it were a habit.

Wu Feng stopped and turned to look at him.

The man was in his thirties, with a square face, sharp eyes, and an air of military bearing.

Wu Feng didn't say anything, he just looked at him.

The square-faced man felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, but still spoke up: "We're waiting here for the owner of this mansion. We have something we'd like to discuss with him. If you're from the mansion, please inform him."

As he spoke, he took a step back, clearing the way for the steps.

An elderly man in a gray short-sleeved shirt stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Wu Feng, and said in a friendly manner, "Young man, we've been waiting here all day, hoping to meet the owner of this mansion. We mean no harm; we just have some things we'd like to discuss in person. If it's convenient, could you please introduce us?"

Wu Feng's gaze swept over his face.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with gray hair, but he was in good spirits and stood very straight.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, with a sincere tone, without any aggressive manner.

He glanced at the people next to him.

Everyone was looking at him, their eyes filled with expectation and a little nervousness.

Wu Feng remained silent for a few seconds.

He could roughly guess where these people came from.

To be able to find someone in the game and act so organized and disciplined is something that ordinary players can't do.

He spoke, his tone flat: "That's me."

The group of people were stunned at the same time.

The square-faced man's eyes widened slightly as he looked him up and down, somewhat incredulous: "You are... Wu Changfeng?"

Wu Feng nodded.

The old man smiled, quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands again, and spoke with even greater politeness: "Young Master Wu, we've long admired your name. We've been waiting for you all day; it's great to finally meet you."

He paused, looked around, and lowered his voice: "This isn't the place to talk. Can we go inside and talk? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Wu Feng looked at him, then at the people beside him.

Everyone was looking at him, their eyes filled with expectation and a little nervousness.

He thought for a moment, then nodded: "Come in."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

The group exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with joy, and quickly followed.

Wu Feng pushed open the mansion gate and walked into the courtyard.

Steward Wang was cleaning the courtyard with several servants when he saw him return. He quickly came forward, bowed, and said, "General, you're back."

Wu Feng nodded and pointed towards the living room: "Go prepare tea and bring it to the living room. We have guests."

Manager Wang responded and turned to leave quickly.

Wu Feng led a few people through the courtyard and into the living room.

The living room was spacious and bright, with the tables and chairs neatly arranged. He gestured, "Please sit down."

The group thanked them and sat down in the chairs.

Wu Feng sat down in the main seat, looked at them, and said in a calm tone: "Speak, what is it?"

Wu Feng watched as the group exchanged glances. One of them coughed, cleared his throat, and looked at him.

"Young Master Wu, you've been playing this game for a while now. How much do you know about it?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Feng glanced at the faces of the group.

His expression held a hint of probing, yet also a touch of seriousness.

He shook his head, a hint of doubt in his voice: "Isn't this just a game? What's so special about it?"

The group exchanged glances, their eyes quickly conveying their thoughts.

Manager Wang led his men in, carrying trays and placing tea in front of each person.

After arranging everything, he bowed slightly, led his men out of the living room, and gently closed the door behind them.

Once the door closed, the living room fell silent.

Wu Feng looked at the group of people opposite him; they were still exchanging glances.

After a few seconds of silence, the old man in the gray shorts spoke.

"Okay, it seems there's a lot you don't know."

He paused, picked up his teacup, took a sip, as if organizing his thoughts.

"This game is very different. You know, games can change a person's physique."

Wu Feng nodded. He knew that internal energy could be brought into reality, resulting in a significant improvement in physical fitness. He had already discovered this long ago.

The old man continued, "Moreover, this kind of game isn't just found here. Other countries also have this type of game."

Wu Feng frowned.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

Do other countries have this too?

He paused for a few seconds before asking, "Isn't this a cutting-edge virtual reality game developed domestically?"

Upon hearing this, the group shook their heads simultaneously.

The middle-aged man with a square face took over the conversation, his tone calm: "It wasn't developed domestically. The origin of this game is still unclear. The servers aren't in China, nor in any known country. We've used every available technical means, but we simply can't find its physical location."

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes.

Server not found?

A thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't say anything.

The old man coughed lightly and continued, "Other matters are not convenient to discuss here. If you have time, you can contact us or leave your address. We'll have someone pick you up and bring you to join our offline game strategy team."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at Wu Feng, waiting for his response.

Wu Feng didn't speak immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze slowly sweeping across the faces of the group.

The middle-aged man had a square face, sharp eyes, and an upright posture; he looked like he came from the military.

The old man, around sixty years old, spoke with composure and sincerity; he didn't seem like an ordinary cadre.

There were two young men next to them who hadn't said a word, but they sat upright and looked wary; they were probably accompanying them.

These people are quite influential.

He was silent for a moment.