Watching Qin Ran emerge from the dissipating shadows, Sandy widened his eyes from his perch atop the tall building.
He searched for the three Killer Players.
But there was nothing behind Qin Ran.
A chill spread from the depths of his heart. As a veteran, Sandy could think of only one explanation for what he saw-
Qin Ran had killed all three Killer Players!
But how was that possible?
He had witnessed the three Killer Players' strength firsthand.
Aside from their mental attribute, their strength, agility, constitution, and perception had all reached at least the B rank. Combined with their corresponding skills, their strength had long since surpassed that of most veterans who merely scraped by. Compared with second-tier veterans, they lacked only experience.
His boss had even supplied equipment and items specifically for this operation. It should have been foolproof.
What exactly had happened?
Unable to comprehend it, Sandy stared at the entrance to 13 Walvey Street.
Then his jaw dropped involuntarily, and he stood there dumbfounded, muttering over and over.
"How is this possible?"
"How could 2567 be one of the 'Chosen Ones'?"
Qin Ran walked at an unhurried pace, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
The moment the Broker's subordinates met Qin Ran's eyes, [Dead Gaze] intimidated them. Then they fell into [Fear Illusion], without a single one escaping.
Facing Qin Ran, whose mental attribute had now reached S, these subordinates of the Broker had no power to resist.
Fear enveloped them like descending night.
Death was as clearly visible as black moonlight.
Bone-chilling cold pierced their bodies.
Their consciousness faded with it.
Then-
Pfft!
The players spat mouthfuls of blood and crumpled to the ground, turning into streaks of white light.
A continuous stream of kill notifications appeared on Qin Ran's retinas.
But Qin Ran