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Chapter 200 The World's First Guild Creation Order!

Afterward, Chen Yi and his companions refrained from discussing any somber topics, as if they were ignoring the impending invasion of the God Race three days later.

Instead, they sat by the barbecue stall, immersed in the festive smoky atmosphere.

They skewered their servings, folded their pancakes to dip in the sauce, added a bit of green onion, rolled them up, and gobbled them down in a few bites.

They were thoroughly satisfied.

Then they had a bucket of ice-cold freshly brewed beer.

It was particularly pleasant.

Although the weather was a bit hot, and even the deep night didn't offer much coolness, the temperature quickly dropped after Tuberculosis Rabbit took out a high-powered outdoor air conditioner from his bag and activated it.

The group raised their glasses and drank freely.

They had the wine of the immortal poet Li Bai, but couldn't compose the poetry of Li Bai.

Until the patience of a table nearby ran thin, and a man was sent over. He first glanced up at the dense array of titles above Chen Yi's head, then hesitated before asking, "Uh, big brothers, do you think you could move that external AC unit... so it's not blowing directly in our faces?"

Where there's an air conditioning unit, there must be an external component.

Tuberculosis Rabbit aimed the cooling unit at themselves but carelessly placed the external unit beside them, directly facing a table of people eating barbecue.

"The weather's terribly hot, and your external AC unit is like adding heat to heat."

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit, whose mood was disrupted, frowned, ready to say something in dissatisfaction but was cut off.

"Alright."

With a somewhat resigned motion, Chen Yi waved his hand: "Move the external unit somewhere else. It's too much to blow it in people's faces; we should be more considerate."

"Oh."

Tuberculosis Rabbit grumbled displeased and then stood up to relocate the external unit to an unoccupied area, before sitting back down and resuming the spirited drinking with Yi and the others.

This meal was exceptionally hearty.

No one came to disturb them.

And there were no myopic souls who insisted on provoking them.

Of course, the dense collection of titles above Chen Yi's head was simply too conspicuous; any sensible person seeing those would know to give them a wide berth.

It's often said that a wise man does not stand beneath a shaky wall.

If you still insist on provoking someone like this, showing off your bravery, dying would be a pointless self-inflicted end.

And while Chen Yi and his friends were indulging,

...An unexpected incident occurred at the headquarters of Skywake.

...

"You all..."

Zhou Ziqiang, President of Skywake, was presently sitting in the chair of his study, his complexion tinged with purple as he clutched at his chest, gasping for air, staring at the seven or eight people standing before him!

Large amounts of blood, turning purple and black, were continuously flowing down through the gaps between his fingers.

His eyes were filled with a mix of unwillingness and confusion, but seeing the mockingly playful look in Yan Niang's eyes, he gradually calmed down and began to accept his impending death.

After a brief pause,

he said softly,

"I know you all fancy Yan Niang, but I didn't expect you'd strike at me for her sake." Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Do you think she can lead you, lead Skywake, to greater heights?"

"Boss."

A man standing behind Yan Niang scratched the back of his head with some helplessness: "You can't blame me for this. Although I agreed to help Yan Niang, I never intended to lay a hand on you."

"It was Yan Niang who told me she had already poisoned you to death, that's when I came over to see for myself."

"I didn't expect to find that you weren't dead, just gravely injured."

"But things have come to this point, and you'd hold us accountable if you survived, so we had no choice but to act."

"If there's anyone to blame, it's that you chose the wrong woman. Yan Niang was quite ruthless in dealing with you."

"Heh."

Zhou Ziqiang leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and suddenly laughed. Without another word, he silently awaited death, when suddenly he remembered something!

The contract hadn't been renamed!

He and Chen Yi had signed a contract stating that for three months, players from the Skywake Squadron weren't allowed to harm players from Chen Yi's team, and vice versa!

This contract was a prop, governed by the game.

The signature was his.

If he died, the contract would be invalidated.

He must rename the contract before he died, or else with Yan Niang's petty nature, she would undoubtedly strike at Chen Yi, and the hard-won three-month period of safety he had secured for Skywake would be lost!

Chen Yi... was invincible.

At least, he shouldn't be made an enemy!

He had completely let go of Yan Niang and his own obsession.

His wife was gone for good, and Yan Niang was not his wife – even though they looked almost identical, they were not the same person.

But he couldn't let go of Skywake.

Skywake was the organization he had built from the ground up; he couldn't bear to see it fall to ruin!

Having closed his eyes in resignation to his fate, Zhou Ziqiang suddenly burst his eyes open and reached under the table, his voice becoming urgent: "Wait, here's something..."

However, the few people in the study nearly panicked at his action.

Unleashing all their strength!

They rushed him en masse and finished off Zhou Ziqiang, who was already hanging on to life by a thread, in his study!

With that,

Zhou Ziqiang died.

The once President of Skywake, a notable figure on the global stage, had just perished.

Upon confirming Zhou Ziqiang's death, the few people in the study exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Don't be fooled by their calm demeanor during their conversation with the President just now.

But everyone had been keeping a tight string in their hearts.

No one dared to let down their guard, and no one dared to deliver the Fatal Strike to the President, fearing his counterattack before death, which none of them could withstand—they knew the President's strength.

When the President was about to explode in anger.

Without any communication, the men stepped forward almost unanimously and terminated the old President right there.

They all knew that if the President managed to activate some kind of Prop before his death, it would be an almost fatal crisis for them.

And at that moment.

Their gazes shifted toward the drawer under the desk, ready to see what Prop the old President had been about to activate.

"Hm?"

But when someone took the Prop from under the table, they were somewhat bewildered and said, "It's a contract?"

The contents of the contract...

"All players of 'Skywake Squadron' shall not attack the players of 'Rabbits Do Not Kill Squadron' either directly or indirectly."

"'Rabbits Do Not Kill Squadron' shall likewise abstain."

"Unless on the same map and in opposing factions, attacks are otherwise forbidden under all conditions."

"The contract's duration is three months."

"If any party breaks this rule, they will lose one hundred thousand Points per person; if Points are insufficient, they will die explosively."

"Signatory: Zhou Ziqiang (on behalf of Skywake Squadron)"

"Signatory: Chen Yi (on behalf of Rabbits Do Not Kill Squadron)"

But at this moment... the signature of Zhou Ziqiang on the contract was gradually fading away and turning into nothingness.

A notification echoed in their ears.

'Ding, signatory Zhou Ziqiang has passed away, the contract signed by both parties has been invalidated without the original signatory's presence for the transfer, please be informed.'

'It is hoped that both parties are aware.'

"..."

The several men in the study looked at each other with complicated expressions and stayed silent without speaking.

It turned out...

The President's earlier actions were not meant for a counterattack but to transfer the contract.

When had the President and Chen Yi signed this contract?

They had no idea.

But certainly, the President must have paid a hefty price for it, and now the contract, which hadn't lasted for even several days, became null and void.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, Yan Niang, who had been standing in the corner with her arms crossed, first scanned Zhou Ziqiang's corpse with triumphant satisfaction, then looked at the other people in the room with a sneer and said, "Isn't it good that the contract is invalid?"

"With the contract not in effect, each of us would have to forfeit one hundred thousand Points if we attacked Chen Yi; but now, there's no cost to attacking Chen Yi."

"Invalid? It's better that it's invalid!"

"I knew Zhou Ziqiang was a coward, but I never thought he'd be so weak as to make a humiliating agreement with Chen Yi behind the backs of everyone in Skywake."

"If it got out, it would be laughable, making it seem as if Skywake was afraid of Chen Yi."

These sharp, resentful words reminded the men in the room that there was also a woman present.

They exchanged looks, then their eyes gleamed with greed and malice as they started to surround Yan Niang step by step.

"Talking to us in this tone? You don't really think you're the President now, do you?"

"The things you promised us, seems like it's not impossible to take them by force, after all; in fact, it might be more... entertaining."

"I'll take the back door; today, I want to properly break her in, make it so she won't be able to pass anything solid afterward."

"We didn't force you before because you were the President's woman, but now that your backing is dead, I really want to know what kind of confidence you have to stand here and talk to us?"

"On your trifling little tricks?"

However, Yan Niang, who was encircled, showed no fear and merely sneered before sharing the information of a Prop: "See what this is?"

'Prop Name': Guild Creation Order.

'Prop Level': None.

'Prop Effect': This Prop can be activated to create a Guild, with an initial maximum of 500 members.

'Prop Introduction': "A single chopstick is easily broken, but a bundle of chopsticks holds strong."

"The first and only Guild Creation Order in the world, and right now, it's in my inventory."

"Once I activate this Prop, Skywake will become the first official Guild in the world!"

"A Guild voice chat channel, Guild warehouse, Guild bosses, Guild maps, even the right to erect a Guild's main city on a swath of empty land, along with the glory and hefty rewards of being the first ever Guild in the world!"

"Consider it for yourselves."

"If you accept me as your President, I can establish this Guild based on all of Skywake's players; then, everything I've mentioned above will be yours!"

"But if you kill me, you get nothing."

"And don't think this Prop will drop; we bought insurance for it specifically. If I die, the Prop will definitely self-destruct."

With these words falling,

The eyes of the several men in the study turned red with desire as they stared at the Prop panel shared in the air.

The first Guild Creation Order in the world!

They were fully aware that the former President Zhou Ziqiang had been searching for the means to obtain this Prop and was preparing for it; they hadn't expected that Yan Niang had somehow gotten hold of it.