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

After the three of them retrieved the items and left the Casual Players Association, Wang Kuo suggested...

"Brother Luo, Brother Han, this operation was made possible thanks to your help. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, let's have dinner together."

"Great idea, Boss Han, Wang Kuo made the most money this time. Let's have a meal together and rip him off!"

"You guys go ahead, I won't go." Han Che wasn't interested in having dinner with people he didn't know well.

Since Mule and Han Che weren't really familiar with each other yet, and Han Che insisted on leaving, Mule felt awkward about stopping him.

After some back and forth, the three exchanged contact information.

Han Che returned to the rented apartment he had booked before the operation. He was more concerned about the rewards for his new achievements than about eating.

"System, where are my achievement rewards?"

[Rewards are being distributed, please wait]

This time the wait was a little longer than usual. After about half a minute, a round badge slowly fell into Han Che's hand.

"Why is it this thing again?" Han Che grabbed it and examined it carefully.

"The last achievement I made, I was Gherros. I received a badge. What's it this time?"

The surface of this round badge is silver-white, and it is also engraved with the logo of Hafk.

There are three raised dots on the back of the badge.

Han Che took out the badges issued by the system last time from the system space and compared them.

It turns out that there are also raised dots on the back. Apart from the different patterns on the front, one is a Tidal Prison pattern and the other is a Hafk pattern. The other materials and weights are almost identical.

"What's the use of this thing?" Han Che asked, puzzled. He hadn't had high hopes for the system, since it often made him explore its uses.

But this time, the system surprisingly replied with just two words.

Brain-Computer Interface

"Huh? Brain-computer interface?" Han Che was confused by the two words the system suddenly used. He called the system again, but the system did not respond.

"Brain-computer interface?" Han Che frowned. "Does the system mean these two things are brain-computer interfaces?"

"One of the emblems is that I am Geheros."

"Another source of this badge is that I am Han Che."

"They gave me two badges. If, as the system says, they are indeed brain-computer interfaces, are they meant to be used in both the Tidal Prison and the player world?"

While pondering the cause and effect, Han Che stared intently at the raised areas on the back of the two badges.

He picked up the badge that read "I am Han Che," aligned the three protrusions with the back of his neck, and slowly pressed it against it.

"For so long, the rewards provided by the system have been nothing more than money and physical goods."

"Isn't the brain-computer interface the core reward?"

Han Che convinced himself.

"With this brain-computer interface, I should be invincible, right? I won't have to worry about being hacked anymore!"

Han Che tried to convince himself in his mind.

"Damn it!"

Han Che still didn't press the badge down. Even though he hadn't done anything, he was now leaning against the edge of the bed in the rented room, panting heavily.

He kept thinking about the three agents with brain-computer interfaces: John, Cole, and Miles.

"I don't know the origin of the brain-computer interface, but I speculate that it didn't come from Big Red."

"These three are key targets designated by the group!"

"What exactly is the purpose of this system? [Brain-Computer Interface]"

Multiple voices from fragments of memory echoed in my ears at this moment.

Brain-computer interface? What exactly is that?

Unbeknownst to anyone, Han Che had already fallen asleep in bed, his eyes darting rapidly beneath his eyelids, his hand tightly clutching the two badges.

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"Brother Luo, let me toast you. Thanks to you, otherwise, let alone earning this money, I probably wouldn't even have been able to evacuate alive."

Wang Kuo picked up his wine cup, clinked it against Mule's cup, tilted the rim of his cup slightly downward, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Don't be so polite with me. From now on, we're brothers. Let's do it together again sometime." Mule wasn't a big drinker. His face turned red after just a few drinks, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Okay, definitely!" Wang Kuo laughed. "Thanks to Brother Luo, I made a lot of money this time. So, Brother Luo, please accept this."

Wang Kuo took out the Level 1 access card from his pocket and pushed it to Mule.

"Why did you take this out again?" Mule's eyes were glazed over, but when he saw the access card, he pretended to be angry.

"Brother Luo, this thing is more valuable in your hands than in mine. Taking it would just mean selling it on the black market. If you take it, it might bring you or your club greater benefits," Wang Kuo earnestly analyzed for Mule.

"Me? The club benefits? What does that have to do with you? You didn't benefit, this is yours!" Mule insisted.

"Brother Luo, I've earned enough money already!"

The two sides started arguing again, pushing the card back and forth.

After a few minutes of this stalemate, Mule suddenly became a little more sober. "How about this? I'll recommend you join our club. When the club benefits, we'll both benefit."

Upon hearing this, Wang Kuo's expression brightened, but he then laughed awkwardly, "This won't do, will it? I'm a complete newbie, I have too little experience."

The mule waved his hand, "You've already successfully escaped from prison once, haven't you? No problem!"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll personally talk to Sister Bai. With this access card as a stepping stone, it'll definitely work!" Mule let out a drunken burp, brimming with confidence.

Wang Kuo nodded, naturally hoping to join the club and earn a stable income.

Otherwise, he would have been incredibly lucky this time, meeting two kind people who took him out to eat and helped him earn some money.

What happens next? As a solo player, without contacting any clubs, who knows when he'll be able to snag a spot to enter the danger zone again?

If I could successfully join a small club, everything would be different.

"Great! Then thank you even more, Brother Luo!" Wang Kuo raised his glass again.

The two drank and chatted, their relationship grew stronger, and they began to call each other brothers.

The mule, in particular, was already quite drunk and his eyes were unfocused.

"Brother Luo, do you know this Boss Han before? Why are you so afraid of him?"

Upon hearing Wang Kuo mention Boss Han, Mule perked up. "You don't know this, but our club's boss, Sister Bai, has been searching for guns and high-end accessories on the black market, but these things are priceless and have no market; nobody sells them."

"And this Mr. Han, as a freelancer, is able to frequently supply our club with goods, and the quality is excellent."

"Sister Bai even suggested that Boss Han join our club, but he refused."

As he spoke, the mule hooked its arm around Wang Kuo's shoulder, pulled his ear close, and whispered mysteriously in his ear,

"Then Sister Bai asked me to follow Boss Han and find out his background. After all, we are a legitimate club, and we are afraid that the things we sell might be of dubious origin."

"Later, Boss Han went to the supermarket to buy things, and I followed him from a distance of more than 100 meters."

"Guess what? You might not believe it, but even from that distance, I could feel the murderous intent emanating from Boss Han."

Wang Kuo smiled ingratiatingly. He didn't believe that anyone could sense murderous intent; he assumed the mule was just drunk and agreed with him.

"With such a good opportunity, why not talk to Boss Han again and try to have another chance to cooperate next time?"

"Even if we can't join the club right away, we can cooperate a few more times and maybe we can in the future."

The mule's drunken eyes gleamed. "You're right! I'll talk to Sister Bai about it tomorrow!"