What Should We Do, Sir?

More than a dozen expressionless players cautiously approached Yang Ling.

The Blackfish Island master's subordinate's subordinate caught a whiff of corpse stench and could not help frowning.

But he had no idea what Lord Yang intended to do, nor did he dare show anything unusual. He remained standing there respectfully.

"You're players, right?"

Yang Ling said.

The dozen or so players exchanged glances. The man before them was also a player? But the thought of him being with Luo Yunsong made their hearts sink.

One of them slowly nodded.

"We're players."

"Were these dead ones players too?"

"...Yes."

"How did they die?"

"They worked themselves to death."

Yang Ling nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you prison guards?"

The dozen players looked at each other, then instinctively glanced at Luo Yunsong.

Luo Yunsong forced a smile and said to one of them,

"Officer Wu, this is Zhao Kingdom's top-ranked big shot. He's here to punish Chen Haiyang."

As he spoke, an obvious plea flickered in his eyes.

Officer Wu froze, looking at a loss.

After such a long period of torment—never getting enough to eat, never sleeping well, and having to do all kinds of grueling work every day—

even a normal person's mind would become sluggish from the suffering.

"Zhao Kingdom's number one? I think I've seen other players mention him in the Divine Realm Communication Channel recently..."

One of them muttered.

Officer Wu and the others finally came to their senses. Though they had been controlled and did not even possess a single tael of silver, leaving them unable to speak in the Divine Realm Communication Channel,

they could still view the chat messages there at any time. That was a player's right, one even Chen Haiyang had no authority to take away!

"Officer Wu, I know quite a few officers