Working Player
After saying just one word, the person on the other end hung up.
Xu Huo didn't care. He opened the social messaging app the tattooed man used regularly, cracked two addresses from some encrypted conversations he hadn't deleted, and casually called the Special Defense Department to report them.
Whether those people would flee in advance or the Special Defense Department would make it in time to arrest them was none of his concern.
He tossed the phone into the Storage Compartment and returned to where they'd been eating.
Seeing him back so soon, Zheng Liang and Wen Xue Lin were both surprised. Xu Huo explained, "The Special Defense Department has already gone to handle it."
Wen Xue Lin sighed in relief. "That's great."
Xu Huo glanced at Gu Yu, who had already slumped over the table. "Has she been under a lot of pressure lately?"
"Being a celebrity isn't as easy as it used to be," Zheng Liang said meaningfully. "Especially for women. It's harder than before."
It was easy to imagine. Even going out for a meal could mean running into someone like the tattooed man. People who looked glamorous on TV naturally drew even more attention. In the past, many people had only dared to dream about it. Now they could act on those thoughts, even though Gu Yu was a Player.
"We've tried to persuade Sister Gu Yu to leave the industry, but she really loves her job, and she can make money from it too," Wen Xue Lin said. "Gu Yu covers more than half of our association's operating expenses, and she also looks after the families of quite a few members."
Players who never had to worry about money or resources, like those in the Special Defense Department, were few and far between.