Wenren Sheng naturally had no intention of accumulating points; he could not accumulate such things anyway.
This sudden temporary mission made him realize that the mysterious item his opponent possessed was indeed extraordinary, triggering its defense mechanism so quickly.
Whenever he had dealt with opponents before, it had always been many against one. Now the situation had reversed, becoming one against many.
Thirty years in East Side, thirty years in West River indeed.
However, Wenren Sheng was not worried. Could a ragtag mob compare to elite troops?
Most of these players were here to have fun. If he expected them to use their brains, could their professionalism possibly match that of the Patrol Division, whose people made this work their livelihood? Wenren Sheng did not dwell on it. He immediately returned his consciousness to reality, reported the current situation, and requested tactical guidance.
"Don't worry. We have already sent people in undercover. According to our analysis model, that Behind-the-Scenes Manipulator is entering the Degeneration Period. Don't provoke him too much right now. Trust that he will expose more flaws himself," Lao An said over the phone.
"Oh, I see. This is the weakness of an individual," Wenren Sheng said with a nod.
In fact, there had been many people throughout history who had gained cheat-like advantages, but few had made it to the end. That was precisely why. Once their circumstances improved and they escaped restraint, their own laziness would flare up. There were far too many people like that.
Now, the greatest enemy of the Behind-the-Scenes Manipulator of this game was not anyone else, but his own heart.
Five question marks' worth of Mystery Points was enough to give him the ability to deal with most enemies. But could he deal with his own heart? Wenren Sheng was not