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

As the countdown ended, Han Che and his two companions successfully evacuated from the dam's evacuation point.

The intense dizziness I felt during the last evacuation from the Tidal Prison did not recur.

They then returned to the plaza outside the Zero Dam portal.

Han Che took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. The square was empty; clearly, the other players had already left.

The mule followed behind him, and Wang Kuo came out last. The three of them stood by the teleportation gate and caught their breath.

They had barely stepped out of the portal when a group of uniformed people came to greet them.

The leader glanced at them, checked the information, and pointed to the side: "The car is over there. We'll take you to the Sanren Association's lounge."

The three people followed the staff onto the vehicle, and the mule placed the bag on its lap, making it bulge.

Wang Kuo was the same; his bag's zipper was almost bursting open. Han Che only carried a gun on his back and nothing else.

"Brother Che," Mule patted his bag, "when we get to the lounge later, the officials will collect the stuff, and then we'll distribute it?"

Mule had already noticed that Han Che's bag was empty. "We've relied on you today, so all these things should be yours."

Han Che knew best what they had in their pockets—not much money… Two large bags full of supplies, plus the guns they were carrying, probably not even worth a million.

As expected, Dam Zero is no match for its Tidal Prison!

Han Che thought to himself, but said aloud, "You can have it all, I don't want it."

"No, that won't do!" the mule quickly refused.

"Yes, Brother Han, we've all relied on you to lead us. If you don't want anything, how could we dare to take it?" Wang Kuo chimed in.

Han Che waved his hand and laughed, "Alright, you can keep the weapons and stuff that you can use later. I don't need them. Just exchange the other supplies for money."

They soon arrived at the Sanren Association building, where a uniformed man led them inside and they took the elevator upstairs.

The elevator doors opened into a corridor with rooms on both sides. People were coming and going in the corridor, some in combat uniforms and some in civilian clothes. The rest room was at the end of the corridor.

There were quite a few people inside, sitting in small groups, some tidying up their things, and others chatting together.

Han Che and his two companions pushed open the door and went in. A few people looked up and glanced at them, then went back to doing what they were doing.

The lounge was quite large, with several rows of chairs. Several televisions were mounted on the wall, showing the news.

They found a row of empty seats against the wall and sat down.

Han Che placed his helmet on the chair next to him and glanced around the room. Among the group of people by the window on the left, he recognized a few familiar faces.

Old K, and his two teammates.

He leaned back in his chair, his face ashen, his eyes half-open and half-closed. Next to him sat a tall, thin man, head down, playing on his phone.

Han Che put his backpack down beside him, leaned back in his chair, and counted 18 people. It seemed they hadn't left yet.

He noticed that most people were still wearing combat gear, while only two teams had switched to civilian clothes, including Old K's team.

It seems these are the two teams whose evacuation attempt failed.

After a while, Old K seemed to sense something and looked up in this direction.

Their eyes met.

Han Che didn't look away, staring at Old K with amusement.

Old K didn't recognize him at first because he had never seen Han Che's Iron Wall Helmet before.

But after a moment of surprise, seeing the mules and Wang Kuo on either side of him, he immediately understood what was going on.

Han Che looked at his face, which showed sudden realization, and understood that he had finally recognized him.

So, will he rush over and attack right now? After all, their squad's weapons and equipment are all in their own hands.

To his surprise, Old K immediately lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand again.

His tall, thin brother next to him glanced back secretly, leaned over and said something to him, but Old K just shook his head and didn't look this way again.

After a while, a uniformed official approached, holding a tablet. He stopped in front of Han Che and the others: "Did the three of you just come from Dam Zero?"

The mule nodded: "Yes."

"Follow me." The three were led by staff to a separate small room to collect the supplies.

In the end, I kept a few weapons and some helmets instead of selling them. All the other supplies were recycled, and I only got 60 in total.

Once everything was complete, the staff asked, "Did anything unusual happen at the dam? Especially regarding Asara's soldiers and Said?"

"No," Han Che replied, holding down the mule that was about to speak.

The staff observed their subtle actions but didn't say anything more.

The transaction was completed, and the three returned to Club 78.

The door was still closed; it seemed Xiaobai and the others hadn't returned yet.

Mule took out his keys, opened the door, turned on the lights, put down his equipment, and collapsed onto the sofa.

Wang Kuo also sat down, leaned back on the sofa, and gulped down cold water.

Han Che walked to the window and glanced outside. There weren't many people on the street at that moment, and the sun was setting, casting a soft light.

He took out his phone and opened a live streaming app.

Search for "Tidal Prison".

A bunch of live streams popped up. The top one was the official live stream, showing the plaza outside the Tidehunter portal.

Han Che clicked in, but the Tide Prison portal was already closed, and there was no one in the square.

But the comments were still scrolling rapidly in the live stream.

"What's going on today? Weren't they saying there was no warden? So many people are dead?"

"I heard only eight came out?"

"Eighteen people went in, and eight came out. That's an extremely low evacuation rate."

"Did you farm the warden? Didn't the experts say not to farm the warden?"

"I don't know, let's wait for the interview."

Han Che stared at the screen, his brows furrowing.

Why did Shi Ding and his men go to such lengths?

Before he left, he specifically instructed that we shouldn't be too ruthless, just fight normally. He told the player operators to retreat if possible, and not to wipe them out completely.

In hindsight, those words were spoken in vain.

"I saw those people's legs go weak when they came out."

"I heard that Tiger Girl's team was also completely wiped out; not a single one of them made it out."

"Wasn't Tiger Girl from a top-tier club? They were all wiped out too?"

"I don't know! They didn't do a live stream, what happened? I'm so worried!"

Han Che silently extracted useful information from the comments: Did the Phoenix Cry Club go this time?

Did they fail to evacuate?

Before he left, he told Shi Ding and the others not to use excessive force. Fight is fine, but don't push them to the brink of death.

In the current situation, six teams went in, and two and a half teams came out, with a casualty rate of nearly 70%.

If this continues, no one will want to come to Tide Prison anymore.

But how could he be so bad? Han Che thought to himself, I haven't even been to prison!

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Xiaobai and the other two pushed the door open and walked in.

Xiao Bai walked at the front, still wearing his combat uniform, his hair a little messy.

Qiu Ying followed behind, carrying a bulging bag. It seemed that Xiao Bai and the others had successfully evacuated.

Xiao Bai was stunned when she saw Han Che and the others.

"You're back already?" Xiaobai's voice was tired.

Xiaobai walked over, put the helmet on the table, and sat down on the chair next to it.

Qiu Ying also sat down, unloaded her gun and placed it beside her legs.

Han Che glanced at their equipment: "You've withdrawn?"

"Hmm," Xiaobai said, "The situation was a bit complicated; I almost couldn't get out."

Qiu Ying added from the side, "Thanks to Lao Zhou, he covered for us and covered our retreat, which allowed us to withdraw."

Han Che then noticed that there was a man following behind him. Han Che had never seen him before. He was in his thirties, but he was dressed in casual clothes and had no equipment.