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

When Han Che pushed open the office door, the hinges made a long, thin creaking sound.

Qi Yuzhe lay back in his office chair, his legs crossed and resting on the edge of the desk, his ankles dangling together.

An open booklet was placed face down, covering his entire face.

He heard the door open, reached out and took the booklet off his face, and glanced at the doorway.

"Oh, you're back? Earlier than I expected!"

Han Che closed the door behind him, stood at the door for two seconds, and looked Qi Yuzhe up and down, observing his sprawled posture and the chair beneath him.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself. Is this chair really that comfortable?"

"It's alright, nothing special. I'll buy one and bring it back when I have the money."

As Qi Yuzhe spoke, he reached out and pressed the adjustment lever on the side of the chair. The chair back slowly returned to its original position, and he sat up straight from his reclining position, putting his feet down on the ground.

Han Che walked to the sofa next to him, sat down, unbuttoned his coat, and said with a smile, "Heh, then your wish can come true."

"Huh?" Qi Yuzhe perked up upon hearing this. "What do you mean?"

Han Che leaned back on the sofa, his hands clasped behind his head: "Our great Boss Xiaobai highly praised our last mission and decided to give us positive incentives, hoping that we will continue our efforts and contribute more corporate value to the company."

"Stop, stop, stop! What the hell? You want us to speak Chinese!" Qi Yuzhe frowned. "Has everyone stopped speaking human language since you started working? Are we having an encrypted call?"

Han Che chuckled, "Xiao Bai said we played well, so he gave us a small bonus as encouragement."

Qi Yuzhe raised an eyebrow. "Oh? This is good, this is good! How many were sent?"

Han Che held up three fingers and waved them in the air.

"Thirty thousand? That's great! I can really buy a new chair to sit on!" Qi Yuzhe grinned, rubbing his hands together in front of him, looking like he was already planning how to spend the money.

Han Che listened to his words, slowly opened his mouth, and stared at him for two seconds with that same expression. "How much? Thirty thousand?"

Qi Yuzhe felt a little uneasy under his gaze: "What's wrong? Someone like Sister Xiaobai, who's worth millions every minute, won't you pay 30,000?"

"Here, of course I'll give it to you." Han Che curled his lip. "Go out and open a bank account, I'll transfer the 30,000 to you."

Han Che slowly opened his mouth upon hearing Qi Yuzhe's words.

Upon seeing Han Che's expression and tone, Qi Yuzhe immediately realized that he might have said too little.

His smugness vanished considerably, replaced by a sudden loss of confidence. "Huh? Thirty thousand is too little? Before, a map clearing order only cost five or six hundred an hour, didn't it? I was just saying more because I thought Sister Xiaobai was a big spender."

"Oh right, you rich bastard!" Han Che said viciously, "Then it's settled, 3 is yours, and the remaining 297 million is mine!"

Qi Yuzhe was stunned for a moment, then jumped up from his chair.

"So many... Duo Shao?" Qi Yuzhe couldn't believe his ears. "Duo Shao? You said Duo Shao? 297... Sister Xiaobai gave 300 million?"

"300 million per person," Han Che corrected calmly.

"Holy crap..."

Qi Yuzhe stood there, his eyes wide open, then he raised his right hand and slapped himself hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed in the quiet office.

He frowned, feeling the pain return to his cheek, then slowly exhaled: "It hurts! It's not a dream!"

"You just called him a big spender, do you really think you can keep this money?" Han Che retorted.

"Pah, pah, pah," Qi Yuzhe immediately changed his expression, clasped his hands together, and bowed towards the ceiling. "I was the one barking like a dog just now."

"My sister Xiaobai is so generous! What's the point of being a boss? Now I know why you're always out and about and still so close to Xiaobai." He turned to look at Han Che, drawing out his words meaningfully, "Damn, I'm so envious! You're living the good life!"

"If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm not taking you out!"

"Hey! No, no, no..." Qi Yuzhe quickly waved his hands and admitted defeat. He didn't want to offend the God of Wealth.

He quickly changed the subject, brushing aside the earlier teasing remarks, "Did you investigate anything while you were away?"

When Han Che saw that he was asking about serious matters, he stopped joking around with him.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his expression turned serious: "There's been too much going on at the club. I've been busy for two days. I took a moment to check, but I couldn't find anything."

"The topic of the tidal prison is not trending online at all, and there is no news of anyone from the United States coming in."

After speaking, Han Che looked at Qi Yuzhe and asked, "How's it going at Tide Prison? How many people have come in?"

Qi Yuzhe dropped his playful demeanor, his expression turning serious, as if he had expected this outcome. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

"What are you doing? I just sat down." Han Che looked at him, puzzled.

"Let's go, let's go." Qi Yuzhe walked to the sofa, grabbed Han Che's arm, and pulled him up from the sofa.

Han Che was dragged a few steps by him, and had no choice but to follow him out the door.

The two wandered around until they arrived at the third floor of the prison. This floor was usually empty; none of the prisoners under Raven's command lived on this floor.

"What are you doing in the prison?" Han Che asked, puzzled.

Qi Yuzhe stopped in front of one of the cells, turned aside to give way to his view, and pointed into the cell: "Look."

Han Che looked in the direction he was pointing, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

A row of six people knelt neatly in the cell, all facing the iron bars of the cell door, with their hands behind their backs.

These people were still wearing armor and combat uniforms, but bloodstains and signs of damage were visible everywhere.

Some had torn flesh exposed, revealing bruises and swelling around the wounds; others had crooked shoulders, showing that the bones inside were deformed.

Each person had scars of varying degrees on their face, and three of them even had fractured jawbones.

Even in this twisted state, they are still alive; you can see the rise and fall of their chests and the occasional twitching of their fingers.

Han Che stood in front of the iron fence in silence for a few seconds before speaking: "This is..."

"Those three teams of Bald Eagles who came when Tide Prison opened last time." Qi Yuzhe leaned against the wall next to him, his hands in his pockets.

"Nine men, three were killed, and the remaining six were captured alive. I specifically instructed the hammer-wielding soldiers to be careful when they attacked, and not to injure vital organs."

Han Che didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Qi Yuzhe continued, "Didn't you say before that it's a big problem that people from the player world are getting lost here?"

"With so many people lost in the Tidal Prison, I don't believe the US can remain completely indifferent."