Chapter 111 Hidden agendas? 811's choice!

Inside the dim Dormitory, Wang Meng stared at the constantly flashing messages in his private chat channel, his expression shifting uncertainly.

Those private messages from various people were all more or less the same.

They were all filled with dissatisfaction over the current situation, hinting at various grievances regarding Su Ze's exploitation.

Between the lines, they incited a sentiment of "uniting to take back survival resources."

Just then, a private message from Zhuang Qianhao popped up.

[Private Chat · Zhuang Qianhao: Did you receive them?]

[Private Chat · Wang Meng: I did. They're everywhere.]

[Private Chat · Zhuang Qianhao: Someone invited me to the Sixth Floor of the Gymnasium to discuss "important matters." How about you?]

Wang Meng's eyes flickered.

[Private Chat · Wang Meng: I received it too. Are you going?]

[Private Chat · Zhuang Qianhao: I'm going.]

[Private Chat · Wang Meng: Then I'll go too.]

Closing the private chat, Wang Meng leaned against the wall.

In the darkness, the expression on his face was somewhat intriguing; his mouth unconsciously curled into a grin, revealing a hint of excitement that no one could decipher.

In another Dormitory, Zhuang Qianhao closed his chat channel. His brow furrowed slightly as if he were calculating something, and he remained silent.

...

The same messages also reached the Eighth Floor.

In Dormitory 811, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Ling Hao looked at his private messages, his face flushed with excitement and his voice trembling slightly.

"Brother Feng! The opportunity has come! Everyone is complaining about that Su Ze now. Someone is secretly organizing a coalition to force him to hand over the supplies! What do we say? Should we join?"

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The other boys in the Dormitory all showed expressions of being swayed.

"Yeah, Brother Feng, this really is an opportunity..."

"Su Ze occupies so many resources by himself while we work ourselves to death every day and can't even get enough to eat."

"If all of us stand up, he can't possibly kill us all, right?"

"But... he did save us after all..."

One boy muttered softly, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the discussions of the others.

Their feelings toward Su Ze were indeed complicated.

On one hand, Su Ze had scavenged the supplies of the entire school, making their survival incredibly difficult; that was a fact.

On the other hand, since Su Ze had the ability to do so, it seemed beyond reproach.

Moreover, he had always left some leeway. Whether it was selling them supplies or the later "employment," he had given them and the general player base a way to survive.

It could be said that Su Ze had saved these dozen or so lives of theirs.

But the price was that they were burdened with heavy debt, and they had even "traded" away An Lan.

Using a woman's sacrifice to exchange for the entire Dormitory's survival,

was inherently a form of humiliation for these grown men.

If they could follow the masses and force Su Ze to hand over the supplies, their lives would certainly be much better.

But doing so seemed somewhat ungrateful.

Everyone looked at each other, falling into a state of conflict.

Just then, Xu Feng, who had been silent, suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

"Is there even a need to think about this?!"

His gaze was like a torch as it swept over everyone present, his voice carrying an undeniable sense of righteousness.

"Of course we refuse to join them in their filth!"

Ling Hao was stunned and said urgently, "Why, Brother Feng! This is our best chance to escape his control!"

"A chance?" Xu Feng let out a cold laugh.

"I see it as a chance to push all of us into a fire pit! Have you all forgotten who saved our lives? Where did this Level 4 Door come from?"

He pointed at the heavy Alloy Door, speaking each word deliberately.

"As human beings, we cannot lack a conscience!"

"But Brother Feng..." Ling Hao still wanted to argue, "He's the one who forced us into a dead end! And Sister An, she..."

At the mention of An Lan, everyone in the Dormitory fell silent, shame surfacing on their faces.

Xu Feng took a deep breath. His expression softened slightly, but his tone remained serious.

"I just had a private chat with An Lan."

These words made everyone snap their heads up.

"She is doing very well over there."

Xu Feng's voice was steady and powerful, dispelling a bit of the gloom in everyone's hearts.

"Su Ze gave her a combat-type beginner skill book—Beginner Blade Technique—and a fine quality weapon, as well as a... precious zombie serum!"

"All of Su Ze's women have them."

"What?!"

Ling Hao and everyone else were dumbfounded.

Beginner Blade Technique!

A fine quality weapon!

And a zombie serum that could ignore the zombie virus!

Any of these things, if brought out, would be enough to make current players fight to the death for them.

Su Ze... actually gave them to An Lan so generously?

He even gave them to his other women?

"Sending her over was our incompetence and our shame,"

Xu Feng said, looking at everyone's shocked faces. "But Su Ze did not mistreat her. He honored the trade and even gave more."

"Moreover, An Lan also said that Su Ze is quite good."

"So, we have received his favors, and An Lan is being looked after by him. If we turn around at this time to stab him in the back, then what do we become?"

"Ungrateful white-eyed wolves?!"

Xu Feng's words were like a heavy hammer, striking hard against everyone's hearts.

Ling Hao opened his mouth but couldn't say a single word.

The other boys also lowered their heads, their faces burning.

Indeed, even if Su Ze had a thousand faults, he truly did save the lives of those in their Dormitory.

"Setting aside whether we could even accomplish anything by joining in with our few numbers."

Xu Feng looked around and gave his final decision in a deep voice. "Even if it really succeeded, I, Xu Feng, cannot afford to lose face like that!"

"No matter what others think or do, we in Dormitory 811 on the 8th floor will never do such a treacherous thing!"

"Su Ze is our savior. No one can deny that!"

After saying this, he no longer looked at the reactions of the crowd and immediately opened his private chat interface.

Finding Su Ze's avatar, he did not hesitate for a second.

He quickly compiled everything he knew into a message and sent it over.

[Private Chat · Xu Feng: Boss Su Ze, be careful! Many people are secretly coordinating right now, wanting to unite against you. Many people have made an appointment to meet on the Sixth Floor of the Gymnasium tomorrow morning at six o'clock to discuss matters!]

[Private Chat · Xu Feng: It's just that I'm not clear yet on who exactly is leading it. I'll have someone find out.]

After doing all this, Xu Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had set down a heavy burden.

Regardless of how Su Ze viewed him,

this warning was the only thing he could do, and it was something he had to do.

On the other side.

Su Ze, who had already returned to his Dormitory, looked at the several private messages that had just arrived, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly...

[Private Chat · Su Ze: I know. No need to ask further. I will handle this matter.]