What would the president say? Without a doubt, a loss is a loss, a win is a win; the defeated Youyu would not make excuses for herself.

"I lost..." She spoke haltingly, word by word.

After a brief moment of silence, a wave of murmurs arose from the audience, quickly drowned out by applause that swept over the venue...

No matter the outcome, everyone was generous with their applause; even though the battle was not as perfect as expected, it was clear that not all in attendance were supporters of Youyu or Sinful Hall.

"Who are you, exactly?" the next second, Youyu, uncharacteristically, questioned the chubby player.

Even a Rank 3 Red Cloak shouldn't be able to suppress her to this extent, so the identity of the chubby player was of some concern to Youyu. Who was he, a holy figure? His affiliate ID indicated he belonged to the Federation, suggesting a high likelihood that he was a Federation warrior. Could it be that even super warriors created secondary accounts for online battles?

This only happened frequently during the era when Revenge Shadow Rider reigned supreme, a time when people would exhaust every trick in the book to challenge Revenge Shadow Rider, looking for ways to confront him.

Aside from Revenge Shadow Rider, it seemed there was no reason for warriors of such rank to create alts and spar with members of Sinful Hall — the gap was too wide, the gulf between professional players and amateur enthusiasts, making it utterly pointless.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I won the match," the chubby player replied with righteous words, slowly etching the image of a silent warrior into people's minds. However, the very next second, he shattered that image himself, "Of course, I'm willing to bet 40 million to continue accepting your challenges."

Huh? Again? And 40 million at that? It's like they think money is blown in by the wind, even profligates shouldn't squander money like this.

Hearing this, Youyu smiled radiantly, "Alright, if you're willing to disclose your identity and reveal your main account, I'll take you on for a bet of 40 million."

The chubby player's scalp tightened upon hearing this, finding himself outmaneuvered. The difference between 40 million and 80 million wasn't significant anymore; what's there to fear about revealing one's identity? What made him uneasy was his current identity — he was a deserter. His identity exposed in such a fashion would mean he'd have to return to serve in the Normandy fleet. Seeing his own retirement looming just over a year away, no, he could not reveal his identity.

"I refuse to reveal it."

Whoosh! The arena both inside and out erupted into another round of discussion. It seemed this man's identity was indeed suspect. Having said his piece, the chubby player also chose to exit the battle decisively, going offline — who had time to reminisce about the military at a moment like this when escape was crucial?

The chubby player always had strong defensive instincts. When he saw the IP tag hanging over his head and the public message from the Dragon Gate Space Station No. 5, he sensed trouble brewing. Without further ado, it was better to beat a hasty retreat.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the chubby player skulked away offline.

"President, I think I can find that man."

Within the internal channel of the Sinful Hall guild, the deity who previously sought to challenge the chubby player suddenly released a barrage of messages, declaring that the person's location coincidentally matched his own in the same battle bar.

"Find him, you should recognize the super warriors of the Federation, at least remember who he is," Youyu responded promptly, without hesitation. Of course, she didn't really want to expose the chubby player's identity; she just wanted to know the identity of the newcomer, which notable military figure of the Federation he was, and through this, ascertain the true gap between herself and the top-notch warriors.

"Easy enough."

The deity thus issued a call within the bar, initiating a search!

As expected, just as the chubby player who just went offline was about to pack up and leave quickly, he heard a clamor coming from downstairs. Despite the noise being muffled, he could vaguely make out what the crowd was discussing.

Searching for someone? No need to think twice, it had to be himself. The best plan is often to flee; this place was rife with trouble — it was wise not to linger. With this thought, the chubby player was about to bolt downstairs but stopped abruptly in his tracks!

No good, although he had altered his appearance in the game, the basic contours remained the same, and he hadn't done anything to change the sound of his voice. Moreover, the clientele on the lower floors of the battle bar were surely die-hard netizens, familiar with each other. Wouldn't they question his unfamiliar face?

Using stealth to move wasn't impossible, but the risk was high. Judging by the voices, the chubby player could tell these weren't people he could easily slip past with stealth, which meant he had to jump out the window!

The chubby player didn't think twice and rushed to the window, his body swaying violently...

Now, considering the three-story height of the battle bar, looking down was akin to viewing from the 7th or 8th floor of a residential building. A fall for the average person would be unsurvivable. Although his Rank 3 warrior physique wouldn't mean instant death from such a fall, should he actually jump and lose his balance, he'd be looking at broken bones and torn muscles.

How could this building be designed so counterintuitively? The chubby player mentally complained nonstop, then suddenly thought of Blank Paper Realm.

Blank Paper Realm was undoubtedly his last resort, but accessing that state required considerable mental drain. With this in mind, the chubby player suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. He then leaped out the window without a second thought — after all, what was there to fear?

The chubby player didn't just plan to elude those looking for a payout below or guard against his identity exposure; by reason and sentiment alike, he couldn't risk taking the elevator or the stairs. But now, with the security of the Blank Paper Realm, he lost all his reluctance.

Without another thought, he took a leap out the window, his arm instinctively clinging to the exterior wall, sticking to the curtain wall like a gecko. His hands, full of experienced cunning, tried to slide into the slightest gaps in the wall as best they could.

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