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

[Host detected as a player; successfully evacuated from Tidal Prison]

[Congratulations, host, you have achieved your goal. I am Han Che.]

As the evacuation countdown ended, Han Che felt a wave of dizziness.

This feeling was different from when he secretly came to the player world. He could clearly feel that the space was so distorted that it almost ripped his soul away.

Finally, as the system notification sounded, the soul seemed to find its own gravity and was pulled back into the body.

Then, Han Che felt a sudden bright light before his eyes, and he was back in the square in front of the teleportation gate.

Looking at the scene before him, he felt a sudden emptiness welling up inside him for some reason.

He looked down at his hands, a strange thought popping into his head, "Why am I here?"

Before he could continue thinking, a voice behind him interrupted him.

"We successfully evacuated!"

"It's a success! It's a success!"

Mule and Wang Kuo cheered and jumped for joy behind him, almost leaping up.

Then, the two grown men gave each other a bear hug.

Then, as if remembering that there was another person present, Wang Kuo quickly greeted Han Che.

"Hey! Big brother! Thank you so much for earlier!"

Only then did the mule remember that the man with the autistic head had saved his life.

So he quickly turned around, wanting to hug his older brother too.

But when he turned around, he saw the face beneath the mask of the Iron Wall helmet.

"!" In an instant, his pupils shrank sharply, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance and knelt down.

"Boss Han?" Mule's voice trembled, his tone filled with disbelief.

Hearing one of them call out his name, Han Che looked at him and wondered, "What kind of thunderous stance is that?"

The mule had its hands slightly raised to its chest, its knees slightly bent, its face pale, and its expression terrified.

Han Che had no idea that Mule was about to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy.

"Do you know me?" Han Che asked.

The mule hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard. "Boss Han, I'm from Club 78, one of Sister Bai's men! She often talks about you to us, hehe!"

Han Che's eyes flickered slightly. "Oh, you're from Club 78. I see."

Seeing that Han Che did not reprimand him, Mule stopped his pose, stood up awkwardly, and gave an ugly smile.

Seeing his expression, Han Che assumed he had been frightened in prison, shook his head, and ignored him.

As he was pondering what to do next, a group of people dressed in black walked towards them from outside the square.

"Gentlemen, this way please." One of the men in black greeted them and then gestured for them to proceed.

While Han Che was hesitating, Wang Kuo and Mule were already walking ahead. "What's up, Boss Han? Let's go together!"

Mule kept a close eye on Han Che's movements. Seeing that he was standing still, he quickly asked him a question.

Han Che then realized that each time a club member was picked up by someone from their club.

It now seems that these individual players were likely organized to lead them away from the portal plaza.

Han Che let out a soft "hmm" through his nose, then followed behind the mule, walking in the center of the group of men in black.

When Mule saw that Boss Han was following behind him, he quickly slowed down and waited until Han Che was half a body length in front of him before continuing to follow.

For the sake of these three lone travelers, this group of nearly twenty men in black specially escorted them out; it felt even more impressive than a large club.

As their team crossed the isolation zone in the portal plaza, Han Che immediately understood the reason.

Outside the designated area of ​​the square, a huge crowd of people completely surrounded the area.

Among them were reporters, fans of certain players, a large number of onlookers, and even players from various clubs.

If we really let these people go, those lone travelers carrying backpacks will leave on their own.

Before they even leave the square, they'll probably be torn to shreds by the surging crowd.

After all, even if the items in the backpack are cheap junk that nobody wants in dangerous areas, they are still worth thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.

Mule seemed to understand Han Che's gaze, and from half a body's length behind him, he added softly, "Besides them, we are in even greater danger."

Han Che turned his head to look at the mule, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the CAR-15 rifle that he was carrying on his shoulder.

So that's how it is. Are we the most dangerous ones?

With a team of men in black providing escort, it wasn't too difficult. The group then boarded the official vehicle.

The car then started and took them to the lounge of the Sanren Association.

Once inside the car, Wang Kuo and Mule slumped into the soft seats.

It was only then that Mule noticed Han Che didn't have a backpack.

"Hey? Boss Han, where's your bag?"

"It's lost."

"Huh? Lost?" Wang Kuo and Mule exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"Before the evacuation point exploded, we threw our backpacks on the ground for mobility. After the explosion, we couldn't find the backpacks anymore."

Actually, Han Che's bag was empty. He had asked the system before if he could take the items out of the prison and sell them in the player world.

The system gave a negative answer, it seems they don't allow this bug to be exploited.

Hearing Han Che's words, Mule felt a little guilty. "Boss Han risked his life to save me, so he threw away all the supplies he had worked so hard to gather throughout the entire operation."

"I even followed him."

"I deserve to die!"

Thinking about this, the mule wanted to slap himself twice.

"Um, big brother," Wang Kuo raised his hand to speak, behaving like a dutiful student. "I have quite a few supplies here; I'd like to share some with you as a token of my gratitude!"

As he spoke, he opened his backpack and took out the items one by one.

The mule slapped his forehead and thought, "That's right, I can share some of the food with my older brother."

As he turned around, he realized that he had given his backpack to Wang Kuo earlier, and now he had nothing.

He scratched his head awkwardly, then turned back to sit up straight.

"No need, you can keep them."

"Brother, here's some for you. We've been through thick and thin together this time, I can't let you go empty-handed, right? Take some!"

"And Brother Luo, everything in your bag is with me, you can take it all back."

"Oh, I don't need it either..."

The three then began shoving each other inside the small carriage.

Inside the driver's compartment, which was separated from the passenger compartment, the two men in black, one in the driver's seat and the other in the passenger seat, couldn't help but sigh when they heard the commotion in the back compartment.

"They really are three Buddhas."

"Who says otherwise? Other casual acquaintances can fight over a bag of 'fragrant fried noodles' and not split it fairly, but these three are being all courteous to each other here."

"The differences between people are truly amazing!"

"Who says otherwise?"

Finally, before arriving at the Sanren Association, the three people in the carriage had finished dividing up their belongings.

In the end, the mule retrieved some of the items from Wang Kuo.

Han Che took a shiny pirate gold coin from Wang Kuo's backpack.

"System, can I sell this?" Han Che silently summoned the system in his mind.

[Host, its origin has been detected as Tidal Prison; you are unable to remove it.]

"Tsk!" Han Che clicked his tongue. "They really don't give you any loopholes."

Then, he picked up the gold coin, examined it carefully, smiled slightly, and put it in his pocket.