Seeing that team leader Luo Nancheng only needed to keep grinding a little longer to wear down this first newbie BOSS, what results would they get then? Could it drop some god-tier equipment? After all, this BOSS was far too difficult.
According to the current calendar, he had transmigrated from the first year of the New Spirit Calendar to the hundredth year of the New Spirit Calendar—exactly one century.
"Boss, those people might be from the Black Hand Group. What are we going over there for?" O'Neill asked.
"What are you laughing at?" Lin Biyun felt somewhat uneasy. Every trick she had failed one by one before Su Wan.
Besides, Old He's gambling business was different from real estate. It involved massive amounts of cash. Property developers relied on bank loans and high-debt operations, playing the game of making something from nothing. The two could not be compared.
After all, White Blood Blade had done far too many bad things in the base. If others found out he was a member of White Blood Blade, he would definitely be torn to pieces.
It would not make players feel that there was any severe disconnect in the experience between the second generation and the first.
He had only been in the game for less than a minute and had already encountered such an overpowered BOSS. Wasn't that completely illogical?
"When soldiers come, generals block them; when water comes, earth dams it. Sometimes, we need to slaughter gods to prove our path, don't we?" Wu Feng said.
The people trapped inside Lu Ying Base had been driven mad by the days of confinement. One after another, they desperately rushed outside, because only by leaving did they have any chance of surviving.
Following her gaze, Xiyue Jinchen could not help raising his head