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

"What did you just say?" Han Che asked coldly.

Old K's throat moved, and his lips trembled.

"Should I break your fingers?" Han Che asked again.

Old K tried to shrink back further, but his back was pressed tightly against the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"Brother...brother..." he began, his voice trembling and cracking, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

Han Che looked at him in silence.

Old K continued, "I was out of my mind just now, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please let me off the hook, I'll avoid you from now on, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Che raised his hand and fired another shot.

boom.

The bullet struck Old K in the knee, and he screamed in pain, curling up into a ball.

"No! No! Please!"

Han Che squatted down and looked into his eyes.

"Just now in the square," Han Che said, "what did you say again?"

Old K tried desperately to think, but his mind went completely blank.

"You said," Han Che helped him recall, "that people who wear this thing are all cowardly weaklings who are afraid of dying."

"I……"

Han Che's mask moved even closer, almost touching Old K's face. He held a pistol and gently tapped the Iron Wall helmet with the barrel, making a clanging sound.

"How's it going? Hard, right?"

Old K heard Han Che's calm voice and thought there was hope, so he forced a smile despite the excruciating pain.

"Bro, it's hard! So hard! It's tall and hard!"

"Hahahaha!" Han Che burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...haha..." Old K forced a laugh along.

"Alright, alright, remember that, don't mess with me unless it's absolutely necessary," Han Che said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes! Big brother! I remember!" Old K was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter.

"Okay, I'll let you off this time, but don't let it happen again."

"Yes, yes, yes! This won't happen again! Thank you for sparing my life, brother..."

Before Old K could finish speaking, Han Che continued.

"I won't let you get lost this time."

"Huh? Lost?" Old K saw Han Che's dark gun barrel pointing towards him.

"Big brother, no... um!"

While Old K was talking, the gun barrel was shoved into his mouth, and the bittersweet taste of engine oil immediately filled his mouth.

"I want your level 4 helmet, but it can't hit the head. I'll have to make do with it."

"Ugh...!! Ugh...!!" Old K struggled desperately.

boom!

The bullet pierced the back of his head, splattering large red and white marks on the wall.

Han Che propped himself up on his knees, turned around and saw Mule and Wang Kuo hiding behind the door, only their eyes showing.

"There are two more corpses here, extra food." Han Che walked towards the manager's office, pointing his thumb to the two corpses behind him.

"Yes...yes!!" Mule stammered, hurriedly pulling Wang Kuo out of the manager's office to search the two bodies.

Back in the manager's office, Han Che continued to study the card-swiping room.

The door to the keyless room, which should have required access control, could be opened freely at this time.

The two large insurance policies that should have been inside were now empty.

"This situation seems similar to how Tide Prison was initially..."

Han Che stroked his chin, deep in thought.

This trip into Dam Zero led him to discover many suspicious points.

First of all, he discovered that his combat power had increased.

Whether it's strength, speed, or perception.

This doesn't make sense. Based on my previous feelings and guesses, he should be the strongest in the Tide Prison.

Correspondingly, as the map boss of Dam Zero, Said should be even stronger in this map.

But the result was that, even disregarding the difference in equipment level, Said could not beat him in melee combat.

This shouldn't be...

"Could it be related to this?" Han Che reached out and touched the door.

That was the spot where he remembered he should have swiped his key card.

"Prison upgrade, system upgrade... Has the level increased?"

Secondly, the Asara soldiers at Dam Zero seem different from those in the previous game; they appear to have undergone training.

Their fighting style is a complete replica of Said's.

Han Che felt that he had grasped some clue, but he couldn't verify it on his own. It seemed that he needed to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Said.

"Ta-da!"

There was a knock on the manager's office door.

"Brother Han, we've finished searching!" Mule shouted from outside.

Han Che opened the door. "Why are you knocking?"

The mule gave an ugly laugh. "I was just trying to keep you from disturbing you, haha!"

"Alright, let's get out of here." Han Che glanced at the corpses on the ground, then at the two men's bulging backpacks, and nodded.

"Yes, Brother Han, we need to get to the evacuation point at the visitor center. We need to hurry."

"No, that's too far. Let's shut down and evacuate."

Finally, Han Che walked at the front, crossed the connecting corridor, and returned to the west building.

"I've never pulled the gates to evacuate before at Dam Zero!" the mule whispered.

"So how do you usually go? Aren't you afraid of being ambushed at the regular evacuation points?" Han Che asked.

"There aren't many people camping at extraction points, are there?" Mule recalled. "We're mostly solo players, and some are members of small clubs. Generally, everyone comes in to earn some extra money; very few people aim to make money specifically by killing other players."

"This makes it easy for other casual players to hold a grudge."

"It's not like that among the top six clubs," Mule added. "They are extremely competitive and will use all sorts of tactics. Moreover, each of the top clubs is backed by the state, so no one holds grudges, or rather, even if they did, it wouldn't do any good."

"So, what do you mean when I just ripped off two guys? Will they call me offline?" Han Che asked with a smile.

"Uh..." Mule gave a wry smile. "It's alright, Brother Han, Sister Bai will handle it, don't worry!"

Han Che was taken aback; he hadn't expected there to actually be such a saying.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Unlike the games in my previous life, it's hard to find people online. Even so, there were still games where people would arrange to fight offline.

Now that we're out of the danger zone, we're in the real world, and finding people is too easy.

"Whatever, let them come looking for me if they dare," Han Che thought with a cold laugh.

When we got to the gate room, we found the door was closed.

Han Che stopped in front of the door, and Mule immediately stepped forward, ready to push the door open, but Han Che stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

"Huh? Oh, okay." The mule was taken aback, but still did as instructed.

Han Che suddenly raised his rifle, startling Mule King Kuo, who thought there were more enemies and hurriedly raised his gun as well.

Han Che stared at the tightly closed door, his gaze aligned with the line of fire of the gun.

I jumped up and aimed through the square observation window on the door, but there was nothing there.

Pushing open the door, I looked up at the top of the door frame, but there was nothing there.

I jumped onto the table on the left side against the wall and looked into the innermost blind corner, but there was nothing there.

Looking through the glass window behind the gatehouse, there was nothing there.

There was nothing on the door frame.

There was nothing under the table.

Hmm! None at all, pull the switch when you come in!

Han Che carefully photographed the entire inside of the gatehouse, fearing that Said might sneak back and block the gate.

Meanwhile, Mule and Wang Kuo outside the door stared in disbelief at Han Che's dance-like antics inside the room.

Is this what a master is like?

Is pulling a switch such a ritualistic thing?