190 Everything Is Over (1/2)

The incident between F6 and Moon Shadow was over.

Every decent player supported F6. They believed that F6 was justified to fight back in the game after Schuck was insulted in reality since it was impossible for them to do anything in reality.

However, Cedarnik did not give up. He hired an army of trolls to defend himself, claiming that F6 was bullying him, that F6 was too brutal and aggressive, etc.

His trolls might have succeeded back when the Internet was just invented and still new to most people.

However, people had already been through all kinds of bizarre things on the Internet. Many of them knew that they would be fooled if they only listened to one side of a story without seeing the big picture.

Now, F6 had offered valid evidence on why they attacked Moon Shadow, and many believed that they would do the same if they were in F6's shoes.

So, everybody was cursing Moon Shadow on the forums.

They didn't even bother to read the troll posts anymore.

Half a day later, the posts about F6 and Moon Shadow gradually disappeared, and more players started discussing how to deal with Roland and Schuck.

Those two were too strong. Every guild who had ambitions to dominate the server couldn't ignore them, unless they could draw Roland and Schuck into their own guild.

It was already morning in reality.

Cedarnik found the sunlight that pierced into his room through the gap of the window dazzling. He closed the curtain heavily and yelled at his new phone, ”Like I said, try to convince the guild members to stay. Tell them that I'm willing to give them each a gold coin if they stay.”

”I already talked to them, but many declined it. Mr. Cedarnik, the players who can afford a game cabin can't be too poor,” said someone exhaustedly over the phone.

”How many people in our guild will stay?”

”Around thirty, and the number might drop again. After all, F6 is still hunting the lone members of our guild and won't let go of them unless they withdraw from Moon Shadow.”

”Got it!”

Cedarnik hung up the phone. The more he thought, the more pissed he was. He was about to smash his phone again, but he stopped and sighed in frustration.

He knew that he had completely failed.

He didn't know that Schuck had kept the record of their chat. More importantly, he failed to bribe the moderator of the forum to delete the post.

If Schuck's post had been deleted, F6 couldn't have turned things around at all.

Who was this Director Ma? Even ten million was not tempting enough for him?

The methods that he was familiar with in the past all proved useless.

Damn it… It's truly lucky.

Should he really delete his character and start over?

His current ID was probably a joke to other people now.

On the other hand, Roland rose from the game cabin in his southern city.

Stretching out his arms, he couldn't feel more comfortable.

He had enjoyed himself in the battle. Years of pressure seemed to have been unleashed.

Even the sky seemed a lot bluer when he looked at it through the window.

When he was in a good mood, everything was more beautiful.

Then, he rode his bike to the cold drink bar.