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

Han Che got out of the car at the entrance of the building in the residential area. He stood at the bottom of the steps, bent over, and looked at Xiaobai through the lowered car window.

"Okay, I'll head back now. You should go home and get some rest too; you didn't get enough rest yesterday!"

Xiao Bai sat in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel, looking at him sideways.

The streetlight shone through the car window from the side, falling on her profile and making the faint blush on her face even clearer.

"Yes, thank you for yesterday." Xiaobai smiled faintly, feeling a little embarrassed as she recalled her embarrassing drunken state.

Han Che stood outside the car window, leaning over and peering inside with his hands on the top of the door, grinning. "You treated me to dinner and gave me a bonus, and you're thanking me? I should be thanking the boss."

As he spoke, he straightened up and assumed a standing posture, with his feet together, back straight, and chin slightly raised.

"Thank you so much, Boss Xiaobai! You're so generous!"

"Stop copying that mule, always talking nonsense." Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh at his expression, scolding him playfully, "Your bank card is unfrozen, right? I took care of it today, it should be fine now."

Han Che nodded. "I just took a look, and it's working normally now."

When they left work today, the two of them deliberately left the club a little early. Xiaobai drove Han Che to the bank counter to unfreeze the frozen transfer.

The teller spent a long time verifying the information and made several phone calls to confirm, finally restoring the account status to normal.

"Alright, go back and rest early. Drive slowly on the road." Han Che straightened up, took two steps back, and waved towards the driver's seat.

Xiao Bai raised her hand and waved to him, smiling as she said "Bye-bye." Then the car window slowly rose, gradually obscuring his smiling face.

The car's engine roared to life, its taillights flashed briefly, and then it slowly drove away from the building entrance.

Han Che stood there watching the two red taillights slowly shrink in the night, disappearing from sight after turning a corner, leaving only the streetlights still shining in the same spot.

He looked away and turned to walk into the building.

As soon as he entered the house, he collapsed onto the sofa and stretched.

There were still quite a few fans, job applicants, and partner companies today, keeping us busy all day.

Qiu Ying, who said the day before that she wouldn't be coming and would rest at home, ended up arriving at the club half an hour later than Mule and helped out early.

Han Che leaned back on the sofa to calm himself down, reached for his cup on the coffee table, took a sip of water, and felt much more relaxed as the cool water slid down his throat.

After resting on the sofa for a few minutes, he sat up, took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and scrolled through it.

He suddenly remembered that the Tide Prison should have ended during the day, but it was already closed by now.

He opened his browser, entered a few keywords into the search bar, and clicked search.

The search results showed very little news about the Tidal Prison; most of it was old news.

Han Che scrolled down again, but there was no news about Americans appearing at Tide Prison.

Since the Tide Prison was officially classified as top secret, the number of players entering it has been declining steadily.

The hype and attention faded away. The reporters who used to wait at the prison gate every time it was open to the public had long since left, and even the media that used to take aerial photos from helicopters never came back.

This was within his expectations; he hadn't expected to see any reports about American gamers through public channels.

But then he thought of something else—even if there were very few Dragon Kingdom players entering the Tide Prison, there would still be a few of them.

According to Shi Ding's previous report, every time the prison opens, one or two players would wander around the perimeter, never going deep or lingering, and leaving as soon as they finished.

Even if these people didn't directly engage in combat with those American players, the frequency and timing of their entry into the Tidal Prison speak for themselves.

If those Americans really did enter through some undiscovered teleportation portal, then it's impossible that these Chinese players wouldn't have noticed anything unusual while they were active on the outskirts of Tide Prison.

But how do we get information about these people?

Han Che's first thought was the Casual Players Association.

Those players were able to enter Tide Prison every time, regardless of how they registered; their procedures had to be reviewed and registered by the Casual Players Association.

With Uncle Li's connections, finding out who these people are shouldn't be too difficult.

But then Han Che thought again and felt that the timing wasn't quite right.

The incident involving the Joker Gang caused quite a stir last time, and the fact that the leader of the Sanren Association "committed suicide out of guilt" is widely known in the industry.

Right now, they're in the midst of a self-examination and self-correction crisis. Trying to access the files of the Sanren Association at this time would likely only result in a rebuff and could also alert them.

The only remaining option is to wait and wait at the Tide Prison.

He'll find a spot outside the core area when the Tidal Prison opens, and then he'll camp out. Players who come in will inevitably pass through the outer passages, so he'll run into them.

As he was thinking this, his gaze unconsciously fell back to his phone screen, and his thumb swiped across it twice without him noticing. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a live stream cover.

The image on the cover was a scene he recognized; it was a screenshot from a live broadcast of his battle at Dam Zero.

The screenshot is from a first-person perspective, showing a bullet flying through the air in the center of the frame, freezing at the moment it is about to hit the camera.

That frame was blurry because of the high speed, and the bullet's trajectory left a trail of light in the blur, but that blur added a lot of tension to the picture.

The cover features the words "Victory Record Verifiable" in the center, along with a small, somewhat blurry image of a face.

Han Che glanced at the lower left corner and saw the streamer's ID.

Sniper Guy (Sniper Guy who survived two shots to the chest in a sniper duel)

This ID? Han Che's eye twitched. Could it be...?

The atmosphere in the live stream was much more lively than he had expected.

In the center of the screen, a recorded video of the Battle of Dam Zero is playing. The progress bar is halfway through, and the playback speed has been increased to 0.5x.

The host will pause the video at key moments and then circle the details with the mouse to explain.

The camera was on in the lower right corner, revealing the streamer's somewhat thin face. His eyes were shining like two light bulbs as he spoke animatedly to the camera.

"To all the viewers who just entered the live stream, please follow us if you haven't already!" The streamer's voice came through the microphone with a slight crack.

"The streamer is the same operator from that super popular Dam Zero livestream last time! The only one from the villainous faction to successfully evacuate, the first person to successfully evacuate while being escorted by two major villains!"

"That's right, it's me. My record speaks for itself!"