"Ruohuo, just listen to your mother and hand over the Number... Now, my former colleagues and leaders have all spoken, and I simply can't get past this..."
In the room where the windows were nailed shut with wooden boards, a woman with long black hair hung her head.
In the darkness where no light entered, she sat alone, her bangs, which she had no mood to trim, vaguely covering her eyes.
Her head lowered, her expression was extremely bleak. In one hand, she twirled a gun of ice-white color, the weapon casting a faint chill at her fingertips.
"Ruohuo, consider it your mother begging you. I know you've teamed up with the Number One Player before, but he's not your teammate anymore. A single Number—the United Group and the Ancient Martial Families have offered a hefty sum of Points. Just name it, and our family can spend the rest of the year comfortably..."
The phone's screen was lit, becoming the only source of light in the dim room.
