Vertical Limit

Just as the atmosphere was starting to grow tense, Mo Fei suddenly opened his eyes. He set down the knife and sighed. "All right, you win."

(Coward.)

Mo Fei turned a deaf ear. He picked up the pen and went over the agreement again.

This time, it was the supervisor who found it a little hard to believe.

"Mo Fei, you really want to sign? You're not joking?"

"Of course. Things have already come to this. What else can I do but sign?" Wearing a helpless expression, he carefully read through the agreement from beginning to end.

"So once we sign this agreement, this matter is over? Starlight Company and I will no longer have anything to do with each other. Is that correct?"

"That's right." Situ Cheng nodded.

"Then let's sign." As Mo Fei spoke, he actually began filling in the date on the document. Just after writing it down, he suddenly asked, "By the way, what date is it today again?"

"The sixteenth."

"Damn, I thought it was the seventeenth. Now I've written the wrong date. What should we do?"

He pointed at the date on the contract. "By the way, did you bring a backup copy? How about we discuss this tomorrow?"

Situ Cheng pressed a hand down on the contract and smiled faintly. "Does Mr. Mo Fei think stalling for time has any meaning? One day earlier or later makes no difference to us. The seventeenth it is. Please continue."

Mo Fei sighed again. He filled in the dates on both contracts, then scribbled his name across them. Situ Cheng then signed his name as well.

Mo Fei even took out his phone and recorded the entire process, as if afraid the other side might go back on their word. Seeing this, the game supervisor thought for a moment before taking out his own phone to record it too.

There were two copies of the document. Once both sides had signed, Mo Fei put away his own copy.

"So that means this matter is over, right? By the way, when do I get the money?"

"The money will naturally be transferred into your bank account. But before that, Mr. Mo Fei, please hand over the game account to us first."

Mo Fei did not refuse. He casually wrote down the game account and password. "Here. This is the account and password."

The game supervisor did not take it. "Mo Fei, do you take me for an idiot? This game account is tied to the player's identity. It has to be transferred under a real name in the game. Did you think I didn't know that? Stop pulling these little tricks. Things have already reached this point. Is there any point in playing these games?"

Mo Fei glared at the supervisor. "It's my first time transferring an account, so I don't have any experience. Fuck, it really is troublesome. Come on, let's get this over with. I want to get out of this dump as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here another day."

The three of them left the office and headed to Mo Fei's streaming room, with the supervisor following close behind. Mo Fei twisted the doorknob and found it locked, so he made an inviting gesture. Once the door was opened, he was the first to enter. Just as the supervisor was about to follow, Mo Fei suddenly turned and shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back. Mo Fei then locked the streaming room door from the inside and dragged a desk over to block it.

Sensing that something was wrong, the supervisor pounded on the door. "Mo Fei, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. I have some personal belongings to pack up. It wouldn't be convenient for you to see them. Just wait a moment."

As he spoke, he unzipped his clothes and pulled out a plastic bag and a coil of climbing rope he had prepared in advance. He stuffed the gaming helmet into the plastic bag, tied it securely to himself, and then opened the streaming room window.

"Open the door, you bastard!" The supervisor slammed on the door hard enough to make it boom. Situ Cheng, however, simply shoved him aside. His face livid, he said to the security guards, "Break it down."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Violent impacts rang out continuously. The security guards were all big men, and the streamer room door had been little more than decoration to begin with. It was about to be smashed open. Fortunately, the office desk was quite heavy and continued to hold its ground under the fierce impacts.

As he rapidly tied off the climbing rope, Mo Fei casually said, "Don't get so worked up. I just want some time alone."

Situ Cheng's voice remained calm. "Mr. Mo Fei, whatever tricks you are trying to pull will be useless. You have already signed the contract. This game account no longer belongs to you, and you are no longer an employee of the game company. If you operate the game account and cause any losses, you will be held responsible for them."

Mo Fei chuckled. "That's true, but the date on the contract is tomorrow. In other words, I'm still the owner of this game account for now."

With that, he suddenly flung the rope down.

His streaming room was on the seventh floor, more than twenty meters up. Looking down from there was enough to make anyone dizzy.

But at a time like this, he could not worry about that. He put on his anti-slip gloves, gritted his teeth, and clutched the rope as he began sliding down.

At first, he could descend slowly, but his speed soon exceeded his grip strength. Mo Fei had no choice but to cling to the rope with all his might and clamp it between his legs. Even with gloves and jeans on, his hands and inner thighs were badly scraped, and the insides of his legs burned with pain.

By the time his feet touched the ground, he was completely spent.

Bang! The streaming room door was finally smashed open. The supervisor's head appeared at the window, his face flushed red with rage.

"Mo Fei, you're finished! You're finished!" he shouted from above.

Mo Fei flipped the supervisor off, then turned and got into the car waiting nearby.

Black Shadow was driving. In the game, he was a dwarf thief barely over a meter tall, but in reality, he was a towering man nearly one point nine meters tall, covered in muscle—a stark contrast to his game character.

"Go, go! The security guards will be down soon if we wait any longer!" Mo Fei shouted.

Black Shadow immediately stomped on the gas.

Only after they had driven several kilometers away, with the company building vanishing into the distant cityscape, did Mo Fei finally let out a sigh of relief.

He felt the agreement documents in his pocket, then patted the gaming helmet against his chest. Everything had gone smoothly!

Black Shadow had no idea what exactly had happened, but after seeing Mo Fei make a vertical escape from such a height, he knew this was no small matter. "Holy shit, Brother Long, you're insane. You actually dared to climb down from that high up."

"I had no choice. Things had been pushed this far. How could I make it work without being ruthless? Stop talking and get out of the city. We only have one day."

His phone started ringing then. Without even looking, he knew it was the supervisor calling.

Mo Fei ended the call directly. After thinking about it, he simply turned off his phone. The next step could not afford the slightest mistake, and besides, he had nothing left to discuss with the supervisor.

He took out the gaming helmet again and checked it over. Fortunately, the thing was quite sturdy and had not suffered any damage during his descent.

As an unprecedented fully immersive virtual game, Skyworld could only be accessed through gaming helmets and gaming pods produced by Skyworld Company.

The gaming helmets were expensive, costing eighty thousand yuan, while the gaming pods cost several hundred thousand. The game account was tied to the gaming helmet, as well as the player's identity. Changes to the game account and player identity could only be made through the in-game login interface.

That was why Mo Fei had insisted on getting the gaming helmet into his hands.

The car soon left the city. Mo Fei was not sure how far the company was willing to go for this game account, so they needed to get as far away as possible.

As long as they were not found within a day, that was enough.

More than an hour later, the car stopped in the courtyard of a farmhouse.

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