Shen Ru couldn't help finding the man's flamboyant antics on the light screen amusing.
Whether it was those cryptic remarks or that suggestive tune, it was all that peacock's silent attempt to seduce him.
When had Mo Yu become so cheesy?
Still, he had to admit that the "relentless pursuit" the man had promised left Shen Ru brimming with anticipation.
At the thought, the young man curled his lips and said to the pink-haired man with a smile:
"We still haven't finished that hot pot from last time."
Meng Yizhi: "!!!"
Were you out of your mind?! You actually had the nerve to bring up the hot pot?!
Mo Yu's announcement was undoubtedly a bombshell, instantly setting off an uproar.
Ever since the game instances had been established, there had never been a system upgrade that forced every player out of their instances.
Nor had any guild ever possessed the authority to announce compensation on the system's behalf, let alone exercise such high-level privileges as creating its own scenarios.
But amid all the discussion, most people felt relieved.
Most were still focused on having escaped their instances alive. Only a small minority bothered to scrutinize the underlying mechanics or the compensation scheme announced by the Dark Night Guild.
After all, trapped in a maelstrom like this, keeping their lives even a little longer was cause for immense celebration.
Anyone could be the next system.
As long as the game existed, death was a foregone conclusion.
The Dark Night Guild.
Gu Changming was in the guild leader's office, reporting on the details of the operation to eliminate the system and any remnants of its consciousness that might remain.
A furtive figure hunched over and lightened his footsteps, tiptoeing past the office door.
"Sheng Ziyao."
An angry voice stopped the