Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 737 Pressure

Upon hearing this name, He Lingling, Xu Hanyu, and Shi Jiu all subconsciously turned their heads to look at Shi Yuan.

Even Fatty meowed and rubbed against Yu Shijiu's leg, looking at Shi Yuan curiously.

Shi Yuan, whose name was called by Zhao Xuan, stiffened. She stared at Zhao Xuan in surprise, her mind racing with countless rumors about him.

She didn't know Zhao Xuan. In fact, before today, she had only seen him a handful of times in town.

"You're here too."

Zhao Xuan walked towards Shi Yuan, his flushed face now regaining its usual gloomy expression.

Shi Yuan pursed his lips, feigning a surprised expression:

"You...recognize me?"

To be on the safe side, Shi Yuan chose the honorific title.

"How could I not recognize you?"

Zhao Xuan moved closer to her. "Your talent and skills are quite impressive. Would you be interested in joining us?"

"..."

All the players around stared in shock.

He Lingling and Xu Han frowned, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping themselves.

He Lingling thought about this a lot more.

—The Black Robe Church's reputation in the town was well-known, but its dark and sordid affairs were also common knowledge.

Based on He Lingling's understanding of Shi Yuan, there was absolutely no way he would join the Black Robe Church.

She didn't believe Zhao Xuan didn't know Shi Yuan wouldn't join.

This can only mean one thing—Zhao Xuan is either deliberately causing trouble, or he really values ​​Shi Yuan's talent and wants to keep him as a long-term "blood bag".

After all, within the Black Robe Church, Zhao Xuan was a veteran player with a fairly high ranking.

Only Yu Shijiu in the coffee shop didn't seem to care much about this, and he tried to get closer to Feifei and the part-time female gamer.

"Sister," Yu Shijiu leaned on the front desk and pointed to the thirty small cakes that the part-time female gamer was packing, "Could you add more cream and fruit pieces?"

The part-time female gamer felt her face flush slightly from his address and quickly nodded.

"Sure, sure, I'll add a little more for you."

"Thank you sister~"

Even knowing that the other party was a murderer—no, a ruthless killer—the part-time female gamer couldn't help but smile.

No woman can resist a seemingly well-behaved, quiet, fair-skinned, and beautiful boy calling her "sister"!

The part-time female gamer, who had been swayed by a string of "sisters" to the point of pouting, didn't even notice what Zhao Xuan was saying. She just kept her head down and worked hard—well, she'll definitely add more fruit pieces and cream!

While enjoying being called "sister" by the part-time female gamer, He Lingling looked at Shi Yuan with some concern, who was clearly shocked and speechless for a moment.

Shi Yuan... how would you respond to Zhao Xuan's offer of recruitment?

With the guild competition just around the corner, Shi Yuan's talent skill, which is similar to a "blood pack substitute doll," will definitely attract the attention of many guilds. Apart from some small and medium-sized guilds recruiting him, some more low-key guilds have probably already quietly extended olive branches to Shi Yuan.

He Lingling guessed that Shi Yuan had probably already decided which guild he wanted to join... but the Black Robe Church wouldn't care about that.

Especially Zhao Xuan, who had just been provoked and was losing face.

Just as He Lingling had guessed, Shi Yuan's mind was currently in a chaotic mess, like a dense tangled ball of yarn. It took him a long time to say:

"Thank you for the invitation, but I already belong to a guild."

He Lingling looked up in surprise.

Shi Yuan has already chosen a guild to join?

"Yes?"

Zhao Xuan clearly didn't believe it, and said with a smile, "Which guild has a reputation like the Black Robe Church? Putting everything else aside, if you join us, I can give you three items out of my own pocket. Don't worry, the quality will definitely not be low."

“Sorry,” Shi Yuan licked his lower lip, “I’ve already joined.”

"..."

The atmosphere in the coffee shop froze for a moment, as if bursts of fury were popping out of the air. A few seconds later, Zhao Xuan even laughed.

"Have you thought about it?"

Zhao Xuan laughed and said, "Do you know how tall the grass is on the grave of the last person who rejected me?"

This was a blatant threat, but some of the players present knew some inside information—for example, the last person Zhao Xuan had to recruit was Yu Shijiu.

Xu Han couldn't help but laugh, then quickly covered her mouth and pretended that she hadn't done anything.

After saying this, Zhao Xuan clearly realized this as well, and his face suddenly became ferocious and distorted.

"Think about it carefully, offending me won't have such an easy consequence."

Not everyone is a monster like Yu Shijiu! Not only does he activate his talent skill as soon as he enters the game instance, but he is also a madman who doesn't care about life and death. The talent skill "Slaughter" would not be so effective if it were placed on a cowardly or normal person!

It had to be Yu Shijiu! It had to be this madman, Yu Shijiu, who's fearless and doesn't care about dying, who started it!!

Faced with Zhao Xuan's threat, Shi Yuan took a deep breath and nodded again.

"I'm sorry, I have a contract with the president of the Poker League, and there's no way to change it."

Zhao Xuan sneered: "What poker alliance—"

Poker League?

Zhao Xuan's cold smile gradually froze. He stared at the thin, short-haired girl in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"The president of the Poker League came to see you in person?"

"Yes."

Shi Yuan's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched unconsciously, and cold sweat seeped out from every pore of his body.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Zhao Xuan scoffed sarcastically, "How long has it been since the president of the Poker League showed up in town? A year? Two years? Or three or four years? That coward—"

"Brother Zhao!"

The black-robed players who had been pretending to be mute broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stopped them:

“We should go now. The nun said that Bishop Zhou will send out the list of participants for the Guild Tournament today for confirmation.”

Seeing the black-robed players nervously interrupting Zhao Xuan's speech, Xu Han nudged He Lingling with his hand.

"The Poker League hasn't disbanded yet?"

He Lingling gave him a blank look. "When did they ever disband?"

“…It’s been so long since I’ve heard this guild’s name,” Xu Han scratched his head and whispered, “I remember they didn’t participate in the guild competitions the last two years, right?”

"Ah."

He Lingling lowered her eyes and said, "Judging from the number of points the Poker League has, whether or not they participate in the guild tournament is not very meaningful to them."

"...Gan."

Xu Han sighed, "...It's so good to be rich."

He Lingling neither confirmed nor denied it.

She looked at Shi Yuan, who was confronting Zhao Xuan, with a complicated expression, wondering why he had chosen to join the poker league.

Shi Yuan is not a stupid person.

On the contrary, she was very intelligent—this became even more apparent after Wang Xiaoling's death; extreme pain and life can always change a person's entire mindset.

But the Poker League, a guild with a relatively low profile in town...