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

The fluorescent tubes hummed and flickered on the ceiling.

The mule crouched behind a bookshelf in a corner of the library area, searching for containers.

The resources in this area aren't particularly abundant, but for him alone, they're not insignificant.

Just now, a burst of gunfire came from not far away. Mule knew that kind of gunfire very well; it was from small-caliber submachine guns with a slow rate of fire. He wondered who was exchanging fire with the prison guards.

The mule opened a weapon box and found another small gold item inside. Just as he was happily putting it into his pocket, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

There was more than one person! They were so close, there wasn't enough time to run!

The mule's heart skipped a beat, and its body reacted immediately.

He pressed himself into the gap between the bookshelf and the wall, hiding himself away.

The footsteps grew closer, and the mule held its breath, as if that would make it invisible.

He cursed himself for being stupid. He must have made too much noise when he was rummaging through that broken cabinet. Now look what happened, he'd attracted the prison guards.

The door was pushed open and slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

The mule peered through the gap and saw three prison guards jogging in a line.

The sound grew closer and closer, and the mule was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat. He wished he could stop his heartbeat to avoid making a sound.

"Hurry up," the one running in the lead urged in a low voice.

With a clear goal in mind, the three men ran straight toward the direction where the mule was hiding.

"Oh no!" Mule thought to himself, "This is bad. They're really coming for me."

He doesn't even have a weapon in his hand, how can he possibly deal with three fully armed prison guards?

He closed his eyes, awaiting his fate of being shot to death by the prison guards.

However, the sound of footsteps swept past him.

The mule paused for two seconds, then slowly raised its head, meeting the eyes of the prison guard at the back of the line.

The moment their eyes met, the mule's blood seemed to freeze.

Then, the prison guard glared at him, turned his head back, and quickened his pace to catch up with his companion.

The door closed again, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

The mule remained standing there with its head held high, stunned for a long while, before it could believe what had just happened.

He was breathing heavily, and blood was flowing back to his cold limbs, causing a stinging sensation.

He slowly slid down against the wall, his legs so weak he couldn't even stand up.

wrong.

The mule frowned; its hurried steps and unwavering direction clearly indicated that it had a specific goal.

Moreover, the phrase they uttered, "Hurry up," didn't sound like they were on patrol; it sounded more like they were rushing somewhere.

What could be so nerve-wracking for a prison guard?

Mule recalled the gunshots he had heard a few minutes earlier. They had headed in the direction of the gunshots. Could it be related to that?

He gritted his teeth, leaned against the wall to stand up, his legs still trembling slightly.

He walked to the door, pressed his ear against it, and listened for a while. The corridor was quiet; the three prison guards had already walked away.

Mule gently opened the door a crack, poked his head out to make sure no one was there, took a deep breath, and crouched down to slip out of the library.

Following the direction the prison guards had left, I slowly crept over, hugging the base of the wall.

They hadn't gone far when they heard a cacophony of voices ahead, which grew clearer and clearer.

Turning a corner, the scene before him stunned him. At the end of the corridor, at least twenty prison guards were crammed together, their backs to him.

What exactly is going on? Did the warden show up again this time?

Just minutes ago, all the prison guards received instructions from the warden simultaneously through their earpieces.

"Get all the snipers to hold the water."

"Let the rocket soldiers launch their attacks, guard the diving hole entrance, and don't let a single one escape."

"The remaining prison guards are to abandon their dispersed patrol tactics and gather to head towards the laundry room."

Players who are moving separately will be ignored as long as they do not interfere with the operation.

"The target is player operators wearing blue armbands, one of whom is a level 5 protected player. Leave them alive!"

"The rest of the blue armband holders will be killed without mercy!"

Once the mission was assigned, all prison guards immediately moved in the same direction.

……

"It has nothing to do with whether his armband is stained with blood or not. We agreed before we came that we only recognize armbands, not people. Anyone with a blue armband will be treated as an enemy."

"But you clearly knew he was one of our team members!" Another casual thug saw that Park In-cheong had actually shot and killed one of his team members.

Unable to tolerate his behavior any longer, she questioned him loudly.

"I gave him so much time to return to the team, and he didn't. Whose fault is that? It was made very clear before that he wasn't wearing the blue armband and was late returning to the team. What does that have to do with me?"

Park In-cheong's face was filled with a twisted, smug smile.

When Park In-cheong was a child, if a light bulb went out at night, his father would turn off the power and go to change the bulb.

He thought his parents were playing hide-and-seek with him, so he shouted from inside the house.

"Mom and Dad, are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"

His parents were busy changing light bulbs and didn't have time to pay attention to Park In-cheong, who was in the mood for playing, so they just responded with a couple of words.

"Alright, now I'm coming to arrest you!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

"I'm coming to get you!"

Then, Park Im-cheong probably felt the room was too dark, so he turned on the light switch.

His parents were instantly electrocuted and died on the spot!

When he arrived at the hospital, he still thought his parents were just playing a joke on him.

He was saying, "I told them before I arrested them, and now I'm here to arrest them."

"He was given so much time to hide, and he didn't. Whose fault is that?"

"You pretended to be asleep when I caught you, what a cheat!"

After growing up, I joined the Hibiscus Club. In South Korea, the hierarchy is extremely strict, and older members often dominate younger members.

Park In-cheong is the newest member, and naturally he is constantly ordered around and bullied by the older members.

Moreover, everyone somehow learned of his glorious deed of killing his parents.

I like to joke with him about counting down 10 seconds whenever I have nothing to do.

Especially since he had been quite lucky before, picking up a lot of small gold coins, but "ignorantly" didn't share them with the veteran team members.

This led to him being bullied daily within the club, and he was even called into a room alone by several male captains with unusual fetishes.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

"Oh dear, you couldn't hold on! Come on, stand up and try again!"

And so, Park Im-cheong would be in the dark room for hours at a time, almost fainting each time before being released.

Now that he's unhappy with his life, he's finally found a place where he can show off his power, so of course he won't let this opportunity pass him by.

His smile widened. "I did nothing wrong in this matter, and I will never apologize."

"I won't say 'I'm sorry' or 'I made a mistake,' because I made the rules very clear beforehand."

Several other casual observers chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, it's his own fault for not wearing the blue armband, so whose fault is it!"

"Exactly! Qing-ge has given him so much time, and he still won't rejoin the team!"

Ah, so comfortable! Wonderful! This feeling of being adored by everyone.

All the disappointments in life vanished at this moment, hahaha!