"Holy shit..."
Ma Lou smacked his lips and couldn't help giving a thumbs-up in the empty room. "That Ji Luo looks so mild-mannered, but cut him open and he's fucking rotten to the core!"
"That kid's ruthless! He's going places!"
He leaned back in his gaming chair, mentally running through Ji Luo's tactics and tomorrow's distribution of forces.
"If Phone Bro sells it well enough and actually gets a second-tier Priest from the Cultists' headquarters to back us up..."
"Then the Cultists will have three second-tier fighters on the open battlefield!"
Ma Lou began counting on his fingers.
"Meanwhile, Ji Luo, Bossy Guy, and Kuang Shao will be hiding in the Black Forest. Three more second-tier fighters, ready to strike from the shadows."
"If the plan really gets exposed and we have to drop all pretenses and kill every witness!"
"Boss Jia and I, their two guides, can switch sides on the spot and stab those idiot Knights from Winterhold in the back, with the assassination squad in the bushes backing us up..."
"That's six second-tier fighters! Plus over a hundred players in a suicide squad who aren't afraid to die!"
"We've got this!"
At that thought, Ma Lou felt as though every carb from his instant noodles had turned into dopamine.
He quickly pulled out a tissue, wiped his hands dry, and grabbed the VR helmet from his desk, slipping it back over his head.
"Can't waste any more time. I've got to log in and get Boss Jia and the others up to speed!"
Meanwhile.
The view shifted back to the outskirts of the Black Forest.
Shhk!
A bloodstained Ash Spear plunged viciously through a Mutant Hound's throat.
[God Never Cries] pulled the spear free without expression and shook the black blood from it.
Beside him.
[God