Poverty makes me capable of anything.

This kind of "protagonist-like" NPC, when else would you not be a sycophant? How could you possibly betray Vesa for such a small benefit?

Richie was furious. "Damn it! Didn't we agree that strangers only care about their own interests?!"

He didn't realize that the players were only seeing the long-term benefits.

"Since you're unwilling to tell me, then don't blame me for being impolite," Richie said with an unfriendly expression.

"Are you threatening me?" Past Events Like Smoke looked up.

“So what if I’m threatening you? You’re just a stranger from out of town, how dare you put on airs in front of me!” Richie sneered.

The author, whose name is like smoke, asked, "Are you a nobleman?"

"Yes."

"The murder of a nobleman would definitely make the headlines, wouldn't it?" Past Events Like Smoke asked.

"Are you threatening me again?" Richie narrowed his eyes.

"What do you think?" Past Events Like Smoke said coldly.

Who is threatening me, and who am I threatening?

Willing to risk everything, even to the point of pulling the emperor off his horse.

For gamers, this is no joke.

The emperor of an empire does not possess the same level of power as the president of a republic.

"I've never seen such an arrogant stranger before!" Richie laughed angrily. "Arrest him!"

"Heh." Past Events Like Smoke sneered.

As for threatening people, would a player be afraid of NPCs?

"You can try. Even if I can't kill you today, I'll keep an eye on you every day. You can't kill me, but there will come a day when I can kill you." Past Events Like Smoke took out a bottle the size of a fingernail.

Strongly corrosive agents.

Richie's expression changed drastically as he recalled the player's characteristics.

These are a group of monsters that can be resurrected.

Looking at Richie's uncertain expression, Past Events Remained Calm, saying that this was nothing to be surprised about.

For the gaming ecosystem, players are far more destructive than invasive species, and even more terrifying than cancer cells.

Once you get to the later stages, NPCs become just decorative elements.

"It seems you're still thinking clearly. In that case, let's each compromise..."

Boom!

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence when a loud bang from the sky abruptly interrupted his rambling about the past.

The sound was far louder than the thunder of a summer night thunderstorm.

Not only Richie and the past, but everyone standing outside, including those inside, raised their heads in a panic.

Looking up, they saw a trail that resembled fireworks.

White smoke and clouds slowly dissipated in the sky above the three-dimensional space.

"What happened?"

Was it a bomb explosion?

"Could it be a terrorist attack?!"

Soon, alarms blared everywhere.

Those below were at a loss, and even the most vocal onlookers dared not go up to the third level to see what was happening.

Guards, law enforcement teams, and more and more vehicles converged from all directions, and the work of evacuating the crowd had already begun.

"Go back, go back first... ah, damn it!"

Richie clutched his head; he'd been hit, and what hit him was... a piece of minced meat.

"..."

Pupil dilation.

Horrified.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, we've heard the news. Something happened at the speech venue above. An official from the Capital Planning Bureau who was giving a speech was launched into the sky with a signal flare. The perpetrator has been apprehended."

"Damn it, who knows if they have any accomplices? Let's find a safe place to hide." Richie panicked.

If that bomb were dropped near him...

He glanced at the past events that had walked to the side, then hurriedly left with his entourage.

Bad luck, misfortune, a bellyful of anger, urgently needing to be vented.

"It's impossible to bring explosives into the venue."

Inside the grand event venue, the explosion left the host and Cornelia, who was standing on the stage, completely bewildered.

It looked like it was about to cause a riot.

Immediately, someone stepped forward to maintain order, explaining the situation while reassuring the audience that the venue was very safe and that everyone should not worry!

"Everyone, don't be nervous..."

That's what they say, but the grand ceremony obviously can't go on.

After being confirmed by the staff, Cornelia jumped off the stage in a panic, and Anran caught her.

"That really scared me to death." Cornelia's body trembled slightly.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Anran patted her head.

Ella pouted, but then relaxed, deciding to be magnanimous.

As Ella gained a deeper understanding of human nature, she became aware of Cornelia's fear of this.

She recalled everything that had happened at Sky Mountain.

The stadium that was floating in the sky just fell down like that.

She was also moved around by people.

Although it happened almost two years ago, I still feel scared when I think about it now.

Damn it, why are there explosions everywhere I go!

Visa calmly stood up.

He waited quietly for the venue to return to order. Even if he wanted to leave now, it would be difficult; the area near the entrance was packed with people, and forcing his way through could cause a stampede.

The chaotic scene lasted for more than ten minutes before things returned to normal.

Thanks to the efficiency of the Beijing police and law enforcement teams, the level of alert outside has been lowered several levels, and it's time to leave.

"Let's go."

It's not necessarily a bad thing.

Anran looked at Cornelia's profile.

Cornelia was the last person to go on stage before the accident, which will definitely leave a deep impression on the viewers watching the live broadcast.

But the important thing now is to reassure her.

"Damn it, it's all Vesa's fault!"

At that moment, Richie walked in from outside, cursing and swearing. He shook his head angrily, just in time to see An Ran and the others about to leave.

Hey, it's done.

"Wait!" Richie reached out and stopped the leader of the charge.

Chapter 08 I'm Going to Beat You Up

"and many more!"

The hand that suddenly reached out from the side made the steady steps of the leader of the charge pause.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would have crashed into it.

"..."

He paused for a moment as he led the charge, turning his head to see Richie's slightly gloomy face.

Because he was hit, even though it was just a small piece, the fall still made Richie's hairstyle messy, and a little bit of blood was hidden in his hair and not noticeable.

All of this made Richie's mood anything but pleasant.

"Is there something wrong?" The leader of the charge frowned.

He had a vague impression of Richie.

I had seen this NPC before when I was looking around the venue. He must have a high status sitting in the front row.

“You’re a senior executive at Aion Media, right?” Richie asked.

"Yes."

That's correct from a job perspective.

He nodded as he led the charge.

Richie's every move annoyed him, but when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head sometimes, provided that...

“That makes things easier.” Richie smiled.

He coughed lightly twice.

"This is Mr. Richie Wildlon, the second son of the Imperial Minister of Industry," someone behind him immediately stepped forward to introduce him.

"Oh." The one leading the charge nodded calmly again.

The Minister of Industry is considered a high-ranking official in the empire's political system.

However, this has nothing to do with him. Besides, given his family's status in reality, who is the son of the Minister of Industry in the virtual game?