Chapter 689: 443

All the people present were shocked by the scene.

The man in the red shirt was both shocked and angry, he quickly ordered his men to retaliate, and the hotel lobby immediately resounded with clattering sounds as plates, bowls, and ceramic tiles shattered and spattered.

Bang!

A cloud of stone dust suddenly erupted by Floey’s feet, a stray bullet had shattered the floor tile beneath her, leaving a small crater.

She paused with her soup spoon in hand, glanced at the damage, then continued her meal.

Chen Lun, however, sighed.

“It’s very rude to disturb others while they are eating…”

He turned to look at Golov and his two companions and gestured.

“Make them be quiet.”

“Yes, Mr. Jack.”

Golov and the other two immediately put down their cutlery and put on their bowler hats.

At this moment, Chen Lun added softly,

“Be careful not to hit them too hard and kill them.”

Golov, Barton, and Morey paused for a moment to understand the leader’s intentions, nodded in acknowledgment, and then stood up to walk towards the nearby “battlefield.”

The man in the red shirt, hiding on one side, heard Chen Lun’s words verbatim, first confused, then puzzled.

Could it be that this guy really wasn’t with those Undead Foreigners?

“Ah!!”

A scream rang out.

Golov emerged emotionlessly from the shadow of a player, the Short Dagger in his hand plunged into the player’s rib cage, blood spurted out, and the Sequence Nine player immediately knelt down, going limp as Golov grabbed him by the neck.

“Go! Get out of here! The NPCs are getting involved!”

“Damn it! Didn’t you say Jack wouldn’t interfere?”

“What’s the use of saying that now? Let’s hurry up and run, you don’t want to waste your chance of resurrection, do you?!”

The gun-wielding players began to converse urgently. They even ditched their firearms and displayed their Sequence Abilities, but they were no match for Barton and Morey. In less than a minute, they had all lost their ability to fight and were captured.

The hotel’s security personnel were baffled by the sudden turn of events. They respected the strength of Golov and his companions too much to act recklessly but also worried about their boss’s reprimand, so they turned to look at the man in the red shirt.

“Everyone, stand down.”

The man shouted to his security subordinates before walking back to Chen Lun’s table, placing his hand on his chest, taking a deep breath, and then saying,

“I’m sorry, we misunderstood you just now, and thank you for helping us out… Also, this meal is on me.”

Chen Lun did not pay attention to him but instead looked toward Golov and his companions.

Understanding their leader’s intention, Golov and his team manipulated the shadows to bind the dozen players and drag them all to the table.

“Mr. Jack, how shall we deal with them?”

These players had lost their ability to move or speak, their faces filled with astonishment, but notably absent was fear. Chen Lun knew that these guys were definitely communicating in a private chat channel, so he chuckled lightly and said,

“Take them all to the temporary military camp for detention, and in a few days, have the council send someone to take over… The Undying Prison is still too spacious, let these people add a bit of liveliness to it.”

“?!”

The captured players were instantly filled with terror, and they started to struggle violently. However, due to the shadows created by Golov and his companions being so robust, no matter how hard they struggled, they could not break free.

Like maggots, the dozen players writhed on the ground, a rather ridiculous sight.

Chen Lun was not the “ordinary NPC” the players perceived him to be. He was well aware of the vulnerabilities and weaknesses of players. Killing them was useless; only by sending them to the Undying Prison and rendering their accounts useless was the most deterrent measure.

He then discreetly used “Mental Steal” on several of them and detailed their background with “Peek Life”…

‘So they’re not players from the Empire faction… No wonder they’re so brazen.’

He said to himself.

The group of players causing trouble in the hotel “originated” from the Anlong United Kingdom. Indeed, as Chen Lun had suspected, they had taken up a mission to stir trouble for the Bloodhand Gang.

But Chen Lun saw a deeper purpose.

‘According to the dossier, although the Bloodhand Gang is a crime syndicate, it has extraordinary forces backing it, making it Vulture City’s local snake, or from another perspective, the semi ruler of order… The United Kingdom, knowing that a great war is imminent, is probably trying its best to destabilize the Empire Border, and players who have just come online are excellent tools to exploit.’

As he was contemplating, the man in the red shirt spoke up again.

Not only did he not get angry due to Chen Lun’s disregard, but he also bowed even more respectfully and said,

“Esteemed sir, I, Fujide, leader of the Bloodhand Gang, apologize to you once again… Not only for my earlier impoliteness but also for the poor dining experience for you and your subordinates. I am deeply sorry.”

Chen Lun nodded slightly.

“It just so happens that I have some questions for you, please sit down.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fujide quickly responded and carefully sat at the edge of the table.

He had caught numerous key pieces of information from Chen Lun’s simple words. Clearly, these individuals were no ordinary characters… and their capabilities, exceedingly frightening.

As a crime syndicate with extraordinary backing, Fujide understood all too well that there were certain people one simply could not afford to offend. Now, filled with regret, he feared that his earlier rudeness might bring annihilation to himself and his gang.

“Polaris, you come over as well.”