Chapter 329: Pre-season

"The preseason is nearing its end."

Wang Shun stood next to the panel that surfaced, a relieved expression on his face, "Now that you guys are doing well in the group matches, Chairman Bai and Captain Tang have trained you well."

"It's just hard work for you guys, high intensity training while high intensity competition every day."

Mu Sicheng collapsed lifelessly on the back of the chair, Liu Jiayi slept on the table with his head covered, and even Mu Ke was propping up his head with his hands and sneezing, his eyes squinting as if he were about to fall asleep.

Wang Shun couldn't help himself, "But that period before was the most tiring, the next period will be much better for you guys, because you've entered the preseason upper circle, the frequency of the matches is down, almost three to four matches a day will be fine."

"Next report on each person's popularity ranking."

"Bai Liu, 179."

"Liu Jiayi, 186."

"Tang Er fight, 194."

"Mu Sicheng, 236."

"Mu Ke, 261."

Wang Shun tapped the system panel, "Everyone will be moving up the rankings quite slowly next, as it's getting close to the mid-season manosphere."

"There are 32 teams in the midseason, and each team has 5 main players, so the popularity circle in the midseason is mainly centered on the top 160, an overwhelming popularity advantage over the preseason teams, and it's very hard for you guys to rush up."

"Especially in this midseason tournament, there are quite a few newcomers who have performed brilliantly and attracted popularity, and they are now firmly occupying the front rankings."

"The clown I mentioned to you earlier is currently ranked 79, and has already made it into the top 100, the highest ranking among the newcomers."

"Followed by Armand of the Golden Dawn and Sister Phoebe of the King's Crown , one at 93, one at 102."

"These newcomers have the guild's popularity guarantee, so they rise rather quickly, and subsequently, if they perform well, they won't fall off without any surprises, which means they'll stay in the upper circle, so the competition for this year's popularity ranking will be quite fierce."

Wang Shun looks around the room, "Next up, we'll be broadcasting the top five popularity rankings for the highest positions."

"Thunder in first place, Spades."

"Second, Queen Heart."

"Number three, Georgia."

"Number four, the Judge Against God."

"Number five, the unknown executioner, the president of the Deer Hunter's Guild, and the character I'm going to focus on telling you about today."

Wang Shun tapped on the system panel and the information zoomed in to present itself on the floating panel.

"This Guildmaster was previously a main attacker before switching to tactician after the departure of the Adversary last year, and this is his first year in the league since becoming a tactician, and judging by the roster so far, he's doing very well."

"It's worth mentioning that this guild leader didn't even make it into the top fifty in the popularity rankings last year until the end of the league, with the highest popularity ranking being 59."

Mu Sicheng came back to his senses from his half-asleep, half-awake state of exhaustion and said in shock, "No way? This person is the president of a large guild and is still very strong, how could his popularity ranking be so low?"

Wang Shun smiles, "Popularity ranking is tied to strength on one hand, and on the other hand, it's also related to personal style, expression, and appearance."

"The president of the Deer Hunters, while strong, is not as strong as he should be due to his lack of personal style, his lack of presentation, and his appearance ......"

Wang Shun hesitated and clicked on the panel to play a small video, "You might as well watch it for yourselves."

The person in the small video thrust his hand directly into his right eye with force, feeling the eye socket being made alive, his features being squeezed out of shape and twisted, and his face wobbling erratically like a fluid, then seeming to rotate and grasp as if searching for something in his own eye, before finally pulling his hand slowly outward.

But from start to finish, the man's entire face was bloody and unreadable.

Wang Shun nodded a pause, "Now you all get the picture, this Executioner summons his weapons in a very bloody manner, and can't even talk about looking at the exterior, so his popularity has been low."

"But this year he has seen an incredible rise in popularity, even going straight to the Inquisitor of the Counter God, a veteran tactician."

Mu Sicheng was puzzled, "Why?"

Wang Shun paused for a moment, "I think it was Reverse God's exodus that made him what he is."

"As you can see from this video, Executioner's personal style is very bloody, outgoing, and brutal, and in the ring Executioner is also a very aggressive lead attacker, suited to offensively aggressive tactics, and is very good at knocking out his opponents."

"However, since the Adversary is a moderate tactician who does not kill easily, and the Executioner is completely subservient to the Adversary, he often holds back at every point in the tournament, and is unable to utilize all of his strength, and finds it difficult to show a side that appeals to the audience."

"After the departure of the Adversary this year, the Executioner brought in Joker, a newcomer who was more in tune with his personal style, and the tactics he developed as a tactician were quite extreme, and so what I saw on the field was that the Executioner exploded those previously suppressed aggressions in full force."

Wang Shun clicked on the panel and played a short video, "Here's a recent Deer Hunter's group match against Platoon 19's [Serpent of the Moon] Rowdy Executioner's match point performance."

The executioner, clad in a coat and with a bloody face, stretched out his blood-covered, bony hand to choke the jugular of a writhing serpent, and half-kneeled beside this serpent in a posture of natural idleness, but the veins and sinews of his arm were bursting out at the roots, and he fiercely disliked the great, incessantly struggling serpent into the ground.

The big snake was powerless to resist, and soon spasmed twice and stopped writhing, then the snake's body burst open inch by inch, blood splattered, and the snake's head shrieked miserably and changed back into its human form: ''It hurts! Good pain! Pain! I abstain! Abstain!"

But before he could reach out and point out the panel waiver, he collapsed to the floor in a heap, his eyes frozen in one fluid motion, with what appeared to be tears dripping down his face.

The executioner slowly stood up at the sound of the match ending, dropped his blood-soaked jacket over the man's head, pulled a cigarette out of the jacket, lit it with a certain lip-like opening in the twisted, bloodied face, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Breaking the law and hurting others deserves to be tortured, and pain is just the easiest thing in the punishment you get."

As the little video played, Wang Shun hit pause, zoomed in on the video, and then pointed to the executioner's middle finger, where he was holding his cigarette, and said, "See that? There's a silver finger ring here."

Mu Sicheng squinted to see, and indeed found a silver-colored ring at the base of the executioner's bloodstained middle finger: "See."

"This ring is his skill weapon, called the [Death Ring]."

Wang Shun explains, "[The Ring of Death] is a ring given to the executioner by King Herod, an ancient sage rumored to be fair, just, supreme and kind and merciful to all."

"It is said that the executioner was afraid when he hanged a rival king of great power, and that in order that the executioner might not be afraid when he hanged the criminal, King Herod gave the executioner his ring, telling him that it was only the sinner whom you were putting to death, and that there was no need to be afraid."

"From then on, King Herod gave the executioner the right to put to death all beings who had sinned, including the king, and this ring is the [Death Ring]."

"The exact mechanism of how the [Death Ring] works is currently unclear, but it is said that opponents touched by the executioner's hand with the ring will be in pain, as if they were tortured countless times until they die of pain."

"I've tried to gather information about these opponents who have been touched by the executioner, and generally the harder the pain, the more or less they've done something illegal or criminal in reality."

Wang Shun continued, "But that's not all, some of the players who have been sanctioned by the Executioner do look like they're going to be breaking the law soon from what I've gathered, but they really hadn't done any of those things yet when they were sanctioned, and the pain from the Executioner's touch with the ring was pretty bad."

"If the Adversary God hadn't repeatedly stopped them before, these people probably would have died after being tortured by the executioners as well."

"So in my personal judgment, the judgment criteria by which the executioner inflicts torture may not be objective but subjective, that is, how badly the executioner feels you deserve to be tortured, and how badly you will be tortured and tortured."

"Adversary God going out is equivalent to unshackling the executioner, which can't be good news for us." Wang Bolt said with solemn solemnity, "On the one hand, this will allow him to display his power recklessly on the field and occupy the top of the popularity rankings, and on the other hand, he'll be reckless when he executes us."

"Pray that we all make a good impression on the executioner's mind."

"One last reminder about tomorrow's match." Wang Shun smiled bitterly, "I just said all that crap about not wanting to report on the teams playing tomorrow."

"We only have one game tomorrow, and the enemy opponent is-"

Wang Shun took a deep breath, "Rabid Lamb."

In the lobby of the viewing pool, Bai Liu, who is walking out of the dispersed viewing pool, is followed by a furtive figure.

The man held up a fist-sized camera, carefully mixing in the dense crowd, looking for angles to shoot Bai Liu, looking like a seasoned paparazzi reporter who is experienced in taking photos of celebrities' privacy all the time.

Bai Liu acts as if he doesn't realize there's someone behind him, naturally talking to the people around him.

The paparazzo smiled wryly, adjusted the angle twice, and when he could almost get a clear shot of Bai Liu's upper body, he pressed the on button, and after the camera cackled twice, it spit out a picture from the outside.

The man took the photo and after scanning it, he tapped the system panel with joy and sent an email.

[Shot! Let's get started!

On the photo was Du Sanying, sitting across from Bai Liu, sucking on a large mouthful of noodles with a dumbfounded expression, with a line of twelve-digit reality coordinates clearly printed underneath.

Reality.

Du Sanying is holding Bai Liu's packaged beef noodle soup with both hands, and after eating it, he curiously looks at Bai Liu, who is lounging on the sofa, watching TV.

Usually Bai Liu is already in bed after his bath at this hour, but today Bai Liu is still watching TV.

Du Sanying glanced confusedly at the garden babies on the TV.

Does Mr. Bai Liu like this?

In fact, Bai Liu doesn't like this kind of thing, just that his TV hasn't paid the aperture fee for a long time, so he can only watch some basic channels, and Bai Liu just casually looks at them, and eventually stops at the children's channel.

Du Sanying asked, "Mr. Bai Liu, don't you want to take a bath and rest early today? There's a very important game tomorrow, right?"

Bai Liu said calmly, "Don't wash for now, someone will come to us later, I have to take you out for a trip."

Du Sanying drew a blank: "No wonder you told God Mu to leave his motorcycle downstairs when he left, so this is the time to use it... Mr. Bai Liu are you going to take me out on the motorcycle?"

After saying that, Du Sanying also shyly scratched his head, "God Mu that heavy duty motorcycle looks so cool, I don't know how to ride a motorcycle, but it's good to have a ride."

Bai Liu hmmmed, "I don't know how to ride either."

Du Sanying breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Mr. Bai Liu won't be able to either ......"

After a while he reacted, Du Sanying was horrified, "Wait, Mr. Bai Liu, you don't know how to do it and I don't know how to do it, so who's going to drive this motorcycle later?!"

The sound of a motorcycle whizzing past the window sill resounded one by one, the sound of the engine humming, arrogant and ear-piercing, the dazzling high beams of light hitting Bai Liu's window one by one, hitting a halo on Bai Liu's face one by one.

Bai Liu puts a smile on his face, "Here it comes."

Du Sanying freaks out, "What's coming?!"

Bai Liu turned off the TV with the remote control, unbuttoned two of his shirts for ease of movement, flipped his wrist shirts upward twice, and looked over at Du Sanying : "The bikers that ambushed us are here, let's go down and take the motorcycle."

Du Sanying howled, "But Mr. Bai Liu, neither you nor I can drive!"

Bai Liu nods, "It's okay, I have you, let's go."

After saying that, Bai Liu took off the motorcycle helmet hanging behind the door and threw one to Du Sanying, then put it on himself, opened the shoe cabinet and rummaged through it to find a rusty baseball bat, weighed it in his hand, and gripped it with his backhand.

Bai Liu turned to Du Sanying, "Ready?"

Du Sanying scrambles to button his helmet with one hand, one hand raised, "Quasi, ready!"

Bai Liu extends his hand to Du Sanying, "Come when you're ready."

Du Sanying looked at Bai Liu's outstretched hand to him, then at Bai Liu's pale expression, clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

It'll be fine. His misfortune won't affect Mr. Bai Liu!

Du Sanying violently extends his hand to Bai Liu, who holds Du Sanying's wrist and looks up to the door of the room.

There was a clanging of metal sticks outside the door, obviously someone with a stick and a knife knocking on the fence on both sides of the stairs, and footsteps thumping up the stairs, eventually stopping in front of Bai Liu's door.

Bai Liu walked slowly to the door and whispered, "As soon as I open the door later, close your eyes and you'll be fine."

Du Sanying swallowed hard and nodded.

The door was slammed and vicious curses carried across the room.

"Bai Liu, get out here!"

"You dare to offend us Brother Kong, see if I don't break your legs today!"

Bai Liu opened the door with no emotion on his face, "Close your eyes."

The knives, fists and clubs came to Du Sanying, he closed his eyes subconsciously, Bai Liu blocked Du Sanying in front of himself without changing his color.

The moment these men were about to attack Du Sanying, the door to Bai Liu's room fell strangely outward, right on top of the group of vicious men.

Bai Liu doesn't hesitate to fill in when his opponent is down, backhanding him with two baseball bats.

Blood soared out in a line, splashing directly from his shirt to Bai Liu's face.

Bai Liu pulled Du Sanying's wrist and stepped on the door to continue walking out, after turning around, the people who rushed up from the stairs shouting and fighting continued unabated, Bai Liu looked at the group with his eyes downcast, the blood on the baseball bat dripping down onto the ground drop by drop.

Du Sanying's voice was trembling, but he still obeyed without opening his eyes, "Mr. Bai Liu, are you, are you alright?"

Bai Liu faded, "I'm fine, whatever I do later, don't open your eyes."

Du Sanying shakes and nods rapidly.

Bai Liu pulled Du Sanying to the top of the stairs, holding Du Sanying's shoulders in front of the punks who were hissing and rushing up with knives and iron bars, and then gently pushed him downward.

Du Sanying was pushed out and froze for a moment of weightlessness, "Mr. Bai Liu ......?"

He was pushed off!!!

The sharp tip of the knife and the raised iron bar were about to touch Du Sanying, who had fallen from the stairway, when the old and dilapidated iron fence next to the stairway suddenly creaked twice and collapsed.

A group of men holding onto the fence and charging upward over it rolled in a heap along the collapsing fence, plunging the knives and clubs they hadn't yet confiscated into their own men's bodies.

The screams connected in an instant.

"Ah! Old Dog Wang your knife! Stabbed me in the kidney!"

"Whose PVC pipe! Shit, it's in my hand! Take it away, it hurts!"

Bai Liu lightly jumped a few times and landed steadily next to a big man lying with his head covered in blood.

On top of this big man fell Du Sanying, who had not yet recovered.

Du Sanying collapsed onto the human sandbag unharmed, but looked so scared that he was on the verge of crying out, shivering, but still not opening his eyes, "Mr. Bai Liu, can I open my eyes now?"

Bai Liu scanned the big man Du Sanying was holding down.

The big man stared menacingly at Bai Liu and struggled to get up to stab Bai Liu with his knife.

Bai Liu raised his hand and gave him a dry stick.

The man's head spiked with blood again and he collapsed in a dizzying heap.

Bai Liu pulled Du Sanying's wrist and pulled Du Sanying to his feet, crossing the stairs and heading down without looking away, "You can open your eyes now."

Du Sanying opened his eyes slowly, cautiously, then screamed out in shock.

The narrow stairway aisle was littered with longing punks, the railing was like a barrier pressing down on the punks to stop them from moving, and the floor was littered with concrete froth and pools of blood smashed out of the iron bars.

Bai Liu s side face was also splattered with a spot of blood, and with his expression of little emotion, it looked especially ...... frightening.

Du Sanying swallowed nervously, "All these people, did Mr. Bai Liu take care of them?"

Bai Liu swept Du Sanying a sidelong glance, "No, I was just helping you out."

Du Sanying is all confused, "......???"

"Did I do it all?" Du Sanying, always a good citizen, reacted for a moment after hearing this, and in horror, accepted this reality, breaking down and shouting, "Then am I breaking the law!"

Bai Liu retracts his gaze, "Not really, I checked, it's self-defense."