Gamers Are Fierce

The transport was still as smooth as silk. As Li Ang opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a desolate wilderness.

Below his feet was a narrow dirt road, bordered on both sides by dense and chaotic forests. The trees within were tall but not straight, with branches sprouting haphazardly, twisted and skewed, like deformed, muscular men lurking and observing the five figures standing at the center of the road.

It was evening. The dim sun hung high over the distant hills, its slanting rays illuminating the earth but failing to bring even a trace of warmth to this forest path.

The five figures stood in the formation of a pentagram. No one spoke, and a somber, oppressive atmosphere brewed and grew.

Each person was sizing up the others.

The first was a tall, well-built, middle-aged man with a square face. His appearance was stern and resolute, his demeanor calm and composed, and his posture straight and solemn. Even clad in a casual shirt and shorts, he could not hide the strong, iron-like character in his bones.

A soldier, or a policeman?

The second was a man with an older-looking face, probably in his early thirties. He had a wide forehead, arched eyebrows, small eyes, and a mustache. He wore sunglasses, a white shirt, and yellow beach shorts, and sported flip-flops. His entire demeanor exuded a sleazy, middle-aged vibe.