Moth in a Net

In the Game World, on the Thirteenth Floor, the only room with an open door was Room 1307.

A most unusual ghost had once emerged from that room. It was cunning and calculating, and it had nearly killed Ji Li.

Now it was gone, and no one knew where it had gone.

But it had countless ties to Hou Guisheng.

At present, two Gamers occupied Room 1307.

Their names were Quan Liang and Gu Xingjian.

Quan Liang sat against the wall with his hands behind his back, his wrists bound tightly with rope.

A strip of black cloth covered his eyes, robbing him of his sight.

His growing pallor and cracked lips showed how long he had been held there.

Trapped in darkness, Quan Liang could hear the man before him pacing back and forth, as if deep in thought.

"Manager Gu, whatever you want, just say the word.

I surrendered without a fight, and I've cooperated as best I can. I'll do whatever you ask.

I'll even give you my only Revival Coin. Could you untie me first?"

Branch No. 10 might not have been especially strong overall, but it had been around for a long time.

As one of its veterans, Quan Liang could not compare with the top employees in most respects, but he had strengths of his own.

Endurance, for one.

Gu Xingjian had captured him not long after he entered the game. He had been held ever since—one day and two nights.

Knowing the gap between them was too great, he had neither resisted nor begged for mercy. He had endured.

Even before the unfathomable Gu Xingjian, his words were neither servile nor defiant.

But after a day and two nights, even Quan Liang was nearing his limit.

Worse, throughout that time, Gu Xingjian had