Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

The day when the Tidal Prison opens is fast approaching, and the plaza outside the portal is unusually lively today.

Unlike previous releases, this time the prison map has been opened, and a total of 18 solo players have been successfully selected.

Moreover, since they are individual players, they are not like the teams previously formed by clubs, which were in groups of three or three.

These people were scattered, each with a considerable amount of space between them.

There was only one exception: when the Hibiscus Club member entered the square as a casual member, several casual members immediately surrounded him.

"Brother Qing, you've finally arrived."

Park Im-cheong took out several blue armbands from his pocket, pulled one out for himself and put it on his left arm, while distributing the remaining armbands to the five people who had gathered around.

"Everyone will be wearing an armband. There are so many people and so many eyes in the prison, I won't have time to distinguish everyone's faces. I'll only recognize the armbands, not the people. Remember that?"

Five individual fighters eagerly put on their armbands, shouting, "Got it!"

After putting on the armbands, the only group of six people was formed in the entire square.

Instantly, these five people felt their aura change, and looking at the other scattered people, they felt they were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

If such a group enters prison, wouldn't they eat like crazy?

Everyone understood the difficulty of Tide Prison. Even though experts analyzed that there was no warden as the map boss, no one dared to be careless.

Even if the guns these lone wolves in the square were not very good, and even if they were wearing damaged armor, almost everyone had managed to put together a set of level four armor.

After all, they were all there to gamble and find treasures, and didn't think they could wreak havoc in the prison. They just brought a weapon for self-defense.

The mule crouched in the corner, coldly observing the situation of the small group over there.

He was one of the few exceptions on the field. He casually wore level 3 armor, noise-canceling headphones, and carried a purple-quality backpack while squatting in the corner, making him very inconspicuous.

Since Xiaobai had promised the mule, of course he wouldn't go back on his word.

She originally intended to have the mule wear a full set of level 4 armor with high durability to increase its survival rate.

Instead, Mule refused, "Sister Bai, no need. I was just asking for your opinion; I can handle the equipment myself."

"You're going to handle this yourself? What kind of equipment do you have?" Xiaobai asked, puzzled.

"I'll just wear level three armor to protect myself from the prison guards' human bombs, so I won't die from a mere scratch. I don't need anything else."

"How can this be? The club has plenty of supplies. I already promised you, so put them on." Xiaobai's tone was a little angry.

"Oh, Sister Bai, no need. You know I always bring the least amount of supplies into the map. If you give me good equipment, I won't know how to play."

The mule grinned foolishly, "Alright, Sister Bai, don't worry about it, I'm leaving."

And so, the mule, dressed in the worst gear of the entire operation, entered the Tide Prison.

The mule silently observed the entire scene. Sure enough, everyone was better equipped than him. The best course of action for him to go in was to avoid battle.

My gaze swept around the room, then turned to the right. There, several dozen meters away, was a lone figure, which was even more amusing.

He was wearing a helmet that made him appear to be autistic, with only a slit showing his eyes.

He has a strong presence, but unfortunately, he's not very bright.

Mule thought to himself, "As lone wolves, we all come to prison to avoid fighting, to devour resources, and finally to find a way to escape safely."

Wearing these headphones greatly reduces autistic individuals' ability to gather information; they're not as effective as his noise-canceling headphones.

The mule smiled, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, let's not worry about what others do."

The time has come, and the Tidal Prison portal has opened. The six-person team, led by Park Im-cheong, is the first to enter the portal together.

The remaining casual players looked at each other and then rushed through the portal.

With the scene before them becoming blurry, the six-person team successfully landed.

Park Im-cheong was, after all, a member of the Hibiscus Club, and was already used to the dizziness of passing through the portal, recovering instantly.

He glanced at the five dazed, unsteady-footed lone warriors behind him, a disdainful smile on his face.

"Keep up! We are not responsible if you fall behind and get killed!"

Then, without waiting for the remaining five people to fully recover, he rushed directly into the prison.

The five lone travelers had no choice but to suppress their dizziness and hurry up to catch up.

Fortunately, there was nothing unusual in the prison; it remained relatively quiet, and footsteps could be heard clearly from all directions.

Park Im-cheong didn't care at all that his footsteps would give him away, and he ran forward with big strides.

Five footsteps followed closely behind.

Hearing the commotion, the other casual players hid and went around it from a distance; no one wanted to be the punching bag.

"We've arrived. You have two minutes, hurry up and eat!"

Park Im-cheong stretched out his left hand, his eyes fixed on his watch, and immediately ordered the five men to begin looting.

This is the laundry room. There are quite a few resources here, but it's still unlikely to support six people.

But Park Im-cheong didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was that protection money.

Of course, he wouldn't mind charging extra service fees, brokerage fees, and management fees for whichever team member found a good deal...

The five men immediately dispersed and began to rummage around on their own. The surroundings were so quiet that Park Im-cheong didn't even bother to stop them.

He randomly picked a sink, plopped down on it, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette holder, and started puffing away.

Soon, the two minutes were up. Park Im-cheong finished his last puff of cigarette and casually threw it on the ground.

"Time's up, assemble!" he shouted, adding, "No waiting for latecomers, consequences will be your own responsibility."

Upon hearing this, the five men dared not continue searching. They had no choice but to hurry back.

Just then, a lone player suddenly screamed.

"Ah! There are prison guards here!"

Then, a "fierce" burst of gunfire erupted.

Of course, to Park Im-cheong, who had seen a lot in the world, the sound of such a small-caliber weapon was practically no different from the buzzing of a mosquito.

He didn't bother with it and just stood there motionless.

The other four members of the group rushed over, but the tall, thin young man was missing. They saw that Park Im-cheong was completely unmoved, and one of them whispered to Park Ji-hoon.

"Brother Qing, it seems one of our team members has been attacked. Why don't you go check it out?"

Park Im-cheong glanced at him coldly. "I told you, I don't want useless cowards. What's the use of someone who can't even handle a prison guard?"

"But..." The man wanted to say something more, but his companion pulled him back, shaking his head to signal him to stop talking.

Helpless, the man had no choice but to retreat and remain silent. At this moment, the faces of the remaining four people were extremely gloomy, but none of them dared to offer any help.

After a while, the gunfire gradually subsided.

From the corner of the corridor, a figure limped out, leaning against the wall.

The tall, thin young man won, but he was covered in blood.

His left arm and thigh, in particular, were clearly hit by multiple bullets.

Park Im-cheong smirked. "6. There are even geniuses! There are even experts! How could they beat an ordinary prison guard like this?"

Do you know how much time you've wasted for us?

He stared at the numbers on the digital watch, and just then, the time jumped to 16:00.

His smile grew even more lewd as he came up with a funny idea.

"Hehehe, it's 15:59 PM now, 10 seconds until 16 PM."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in his thigh, and tried to speed up his run.

But his injured thigh didn't allow him to exert any more strength.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, but even so, he struggled to crawl forward.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Park Im-cheong deliberately slowed down his speech as if he were taking pity on him.

"I've arrived, I've arrived, Brother Qing."

Just as he crawled to his feet, he shouted "One".

"Hahaha, too bad you went over time."

He then picked up his watch, which already showed 16 PM, and showed it to him.

"Oh dear, look, we're all wearing blue armbands, why is yours red?"

"No, it's me! I have an armband, Qing-ge! I have a blue armband!"

The man lying on the ground used all his strength to turn his head to look at his left arm and found that the armband had been stained red with blood in the battle half a minute earlier.

"Do we know each other that well?" Park Im-cheong looked at his armband stained with blood, his mouth almost stretching to the back of his ears.

"Alright, stop playing like this, it's fine."

boom! !

Then, to everyone's shock, Park Im-cheong fired a shot, blowing the head off the man lying on the ground.

PS:

This is outrageous! Even if we have to change a plot point, we should kill that bastard off.

If my account gets hacked like this, I really don't want to play anymore. It has nothing to do with how much money or value it has; it's all hard work and dedication.

It's disgusting that anyone can become a live streamer!