[Speaker Schultz: Network storms have been growing more frequent lately, and network repair costs have already exceeded the budget. If this goes on, we're all finished.] [Lier: I have a way to solve it now, but I need you to adopt Latveria's communications standard, an expanded communications protocol based on Atlas Group equipment standards.]
Speaker Schultz was clearly taken aback. On the screen, he took a sip of tea.
[Speaker Schultz: That won't be easy...]
No one had spoken for a long while. The moment this person spoke, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn over, and Ding Wei, Zhang Ming Xu, and the others all turned toward the voice.
At that moment, Du Tie made a strange move. He had put too much force into his right hand and could no longer pull it back, so he simply followed its momentum and turned, using his back to take Ming Zhi's sword while reaching for Ming Zhi's hand with his left.
The formerly delicate young woman immediately turned deathly pale, her expression changing with terror. She looked at Zhu Qing with some unease, afraid that he had learned something, so she bit her lip tightly and dared not say a word.
Because the three were there, the surrounding players had not left even though there was nothing left to buy. They were probably watching the show, waiting to see what Andy and the other two would do next.
The sun gradually began to sink westward, stretching Dong Zhuo's shadow out long. Sitting quietly without moving, Dong Zhuo could no longer quite remember how long Xu Chu had been gone. Coming back to his senses, he could not help frowning. As he staggered and struggled to rise, Dong Zhuo discovered to his astonishment that both his legs