94 The Game Officials Are Formidable and Assertive (2/2)

And around this middle-aged man, there were a lot of black-haired and yellow-skinned people in front of monitors, diligently operating computers, each and every one of them drenched with sweat.

Similar situations were happening in secret locations of many countries.

Of course, these things were unrelated to Roland. After he took an afternoon nap, he woke up to discover that the forums had collapsed.

Penguin Corporation's server was currently the world's strongest… They used blade servers, which many countries' gaming corporations used, but there were none that had as many as Penguin Corporation. The number of blade servers that Penguin Corporation owned was a little more than that of the sum of all the other gaming corporations.

If even a server of this scale collapsed, one could only imagine how great of a data attack Penguin Corporation suffered.

However, since the game authorities made a special phone call, Roland was too lazy to pay any more attention to this matter.

Thinking that it was only mid-afternoon and not even close to ten in the evening, he called Schuck.

Schuck also seemed to have just woken up; his voice seemed weary. ”You're too famous now. Come to the usual place.”

Not much needed to be said between close friends. Roland immediately hung up and rode a bike to the bar.

Schuck and Betta were already inside the booth, and the rest of them had no time to come because they either had work or children to take care of.

Currently, the three of them had the most amount of free time.

Schuck simply didn't need to work. Right now, he was just a pretty boy being supported by his wife and the head of a family with a strong say in things.

School still hadn't started for Betta.

Roland sat down, grabbed a watermelon, and started to eat it.

Schuck clicked his tongue. ”Even the officials have spoken for you, how impressive. This is the second time, right?”

Betta nodded. ”It's the second time.”

Roland said helplessly, ”I'd rather not be in such a limelight!”

”Although it doesn't suit your personality, it's still a good thing,” Schuck said with a smile. ”The more famous you are, the more famous F6 will be in the future.”

Roland certainly didn't like such meaningless fame, but if such fame was beneficial to F6, to their small group, he wouldn't resist receiving fame.

”Enough about me, how are things on your side going?” Roland asked.

Schuck sipped on Red Bull and said, ”All right, just a few too many rules—can't do this, can't do that—It's a little problematic for someone so negligent like me. It feels restricting.”

”What level are you now?”

”Level five,” Schuck said, somewhat self-satisfied. ”It's relatively easier for professions of god to obtain experience—just pray every day. For some reason, my praying efficiency is unusually high. Praying for half an hour every day, I can receive at least one hundred points of experience. I'm currently the fastest progressing Saint Samurai; even the pope was alarmed. That busy man opened up half a day just to have a conversation with me.”

Roland looked at Schuck's overly handsome, seemingly increasingly handsome face and said, ”Why is your praying efficiency so high, you ask? Don't you have a little bit of a clue?”

”Hahahahaha!” Schuck laughed wildly, utterly smug as he very narcissistically posed as an assertive lady-killer.

Roland's face almost twisted in bitterness, while Betta directly stuck up the middle finger of his right hand.

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