W37 in Chaos

The real alarm told the law enforcement players who had infiltrated the laboratory that Xu Huo hadn't been bluffing. He really did intend to take the entire laboratory down with him!

"That son of a bitch can just run off when the time comes, leaving us with this mess to clean up! It's going to cost a fortune!" A bespectacled player yelled in fury. "I said we shouldn't let those Outer District Players wander around the city!"

"It's not that simple," Duckbill Hat said. "You think restricting the players is enough? Fifteen minutes ago, every Space Artifact in the city stopped working at the same time—not even A-class items were exempt."

"Think about it. Either a High-level Player with an S-class item has come here, or this is an Ability specifically targeting Space Artifacts. Someone like that certainly won't be harmless."

Duckbill Hat's expression darkened. "The worst-case scenario is that they're working together."

The virus alarm kept blaring, and Duckbill Hat's group didn't dare linger in the laboratory.

"We'll activate the surveillance system."

After leaving them with those words, Duckbill Hat ordered all the players inside the laboratory to withdraw. Once the surveillance system was back online, Xu Huo checked the laboratory's interior again and left the control room without delay.

The control room's surveillance feed had also been connected to the temporary command center. Everyone present frowned at the broken potion bottles scattered across the floor. But Xu Huo was dressed as a clown, and there were no clues to go on. He hadn't shown his hand yet, either, so no one knew what level of player he was, let alone his Abilities or items.

"Let the mayor decide," someone suggested. "One wrong move, and the situation in W37 could collapse completely. None of us can take responsibility for