Chapter 389: Smiling Face!
Mad!
For someone to be described with that word, they must have done something shocking, perhaps even something that defied all convention.
Artisan: You know Old Strelai Street, right?
2567: Yeah.
Artisan: That guy used to be a... resident of Old Strelai Street.
2567: A resident?
Qin Ran froze at Artisan's choice of word.
As far as Qin Ran was concerned, "player" should have been the most fitting description.
Could it be?
A guess suddenly surfaced in Qin Ran's mind.
Artisan: That's right. A resident.
Artisan: That guy treated this place as reality and Old Strelai Street as his "home." He even married one of the natives-though nobody knows how he managed it.
Artisan: And...
Artisan: During Lawrence Street's rise, the "Broker" used some underhanded methods that got that guy's wife killed.
Artisan: After that, things turned out just as you've seen. That guy made killing the "Broker" his sole purpose in life, and he'll stop at nothing to achieve it.
His home was destroyed, his wife killed...
So he went mad?
Thinking back to Allen's abnormal behavior, Qin Ran couldn't help sighing inwardly.
2567: What about the Blood Alliance?
Artisan: That guy isn't the only one who treats this place as reality. When he began fighting the "Broker," some other "residents" who couldn't distinguish reality from illusion joined him. They formed an organization called the "Blood Alliance." They leave ordinary players alone, but they fight the "Broker" with no regard for their lives. They've successfully robbed the "Broker's" Secret Market and thwarted his plans more than once.
Artisan: The "Broker" organized several attempts to wipe them out, but none worked.
Artisan: Allen and those lunatics are far stronger fighters than most people. Combined with their disregard for their own lives, that's enough to