237: Chapter 237 Sliding on your knees, you have to be quick!

The red mecha's death god main cannon slowly tilted downwards.

The pitch-black muzzle precisely locked onto the underground coordinates marked by Lin Zihao.

Deep within the cannon barrel, black and white destructive energy began to compress frantically.

One second.

Only one second had passed!

A ripple of energy appeared on the skyline.

A male voice abruptly sounded in the server-wide announcement broadcast channel.

"Brother! Don't do it!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

This voice carried a hint of cracking, even filled with uncontrollable terror and a tone of weeping.

As the prompt sound ended hastily.

From the very center of the central plaza came a dull sound of metal gears turning.

The heavy bulletproof alloy floor slid open rapidly to both sides.

A huge square elevator platform rose rapidly amidst a cloud of white steam.

A figure in a wide black robe appeared on the elevator platform.

The Black-robed Man exuded a terrifying, almost tangible baleful aura, to the point that even the surrounding air was distorted.

The entire Red Wolf Army of 300,000 instantly entered combat mode!

Cannon barrels were loaded, swords were unsheathed.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the figure on the elevator platform.

Lin Zihao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at the large red dot on the radar: "Boss, the main target has appeared!"

"A monster above Lv99! The pressure is very strong!"

"Preliminary assessment, at least Lord-level!"

Zhao Meng stepped forward, raising his heavy axe high, and roared out loud.

"Everyone on guard! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

The moment his voice fell.

The elevator platform came to a complete stop.

The Black-robed Man moved.

In the stunned gazes of 300,000 people.

The Black-robed Man bent his knees abruptly, his knees slamming heavily onto the hard alloy floor.

Immediately after.

With the astonishing speed of a catapult start, the Black-robed Man completed a textbook-style physical sliding kneel on the ground!

Screech—!

The ground was forcefully dragged out into a long trail by his knees.

Dust flew everywhere.

He slid all the way, stopping accurately and without error at the feet of the thirty-meter-tall scarlet mecha.

"Big, Big Brother! Please show mercy!!"

"Don't fire!!!"

Kneel! Must kneel!

Hesitating for even one more second would be an extreme irresponsibility towards his own life!

The Black-robed Man tore off the mysterious black robe covering his head, revealing his true face.

At this moment.

Everyone on the scene—all 300,000 of them—froze for three seconds, then almost collectively couldn't hold back their laughter.

The apocalyptic baleful aura from just a moment ago vanished instantly.

Replaced by an old face that had weathered many storms and was exhausted of life.

A shiny, Mediterranean-style bald head.

Thick-rimmed black glasses.

Deep, dark circles under his eyes like a giant panda.

Plus a face full of messy stubble.

Where was the mastermind here?

This was clearly just a corporate slave who had been working overtime like crazy in a sweatshop after pulling all-nighters for a month!

A miserable 007 laborer!

Without waiting for Lu Yuan to speak.

The Black-robed Man swallowed frantically and preemptively started introducing himself.

"Boss, my name is Hughes!"

"I am the senior administrator of this Mist City, and also the lead design dog—ah, no, lead designer of this area map!"

As soon as these words were out.

The originally murderous Red Wolf thugs actually put away their weapons, and the whole scene erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

"Holy crap! So it was him!"

"Brothers, put down your guns, don't have an accidental discharge and hurt our own people!"

"Brother Hughes is righteous! Thanks for the Mythical Treasure Chest, buddy!"

"Many thanks to you, brother, for providing the massive amount of blood! So generous!"

"Thanks to you, our guild has maxed out the Ulla Charge!"

"One of us! Definitely one of us!"

"Next time there's a welfare event like this, remember to call us again!"

The army chattered all at once, and the scene seemed to transform from a tense standoff into a fan meetup.

The posture was treating this Abyss Administrator entirely as their own guild's money tree.

Listening to the cacophony of praise around him.

Hughes, kneeling on the ground, was cursing furiously in his heart.

What do you mean "one of us"?!

Who the hell is one of you?!

Did I voluntarily give that to you, damn it?

It was clearly you bandits who forcibly scraped the earth three feet deep to rob me, okay!

Even the BOSS was scared away by you guys overnight, you locusts are getting benefits and still acting innocent!

But Hughes wouldn't dare say these words out loud, even if he were beaten to death.

He was aggrieved to the extreme, raised his head pitifully, and looked up at the red mecha full of oppressive force.

"Boss, look, you've already robbed me..."

"You've already drained the blood of the entire city..."

"I beg you, Boss, please show mercy and leave this little brother a way to survive!"

As Hughes spoke, he wiped away tears, sobbing with snot and tears.

"It's not easy for me to make a living!"

"Working hard to manage this little patch of land, designing, building, and having to raise monsters..."

"And now..."

"The resources of this city have all been squandered by you, Boss... ah, no, all used to honor you, Boss!"

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Hughes cried more and more sadly, pointing at the underground base beneath his feet.

"Boss, if you fire another shot and demolish my base, I really won't have a way to survive!"

"If my year-end KPI performance assessment doesn't meet the standard, I'll be directly erased by those big shots above!"

"Please just treat me like a fart and let me go!"

Hughes lay on the ground, wailing loudly.

That miserable appearance, revealing his true feelings, looked just like a poor laborer driven crazy by year-end KPIs.

It was enough to make anyone who heard it weep and feel sad!

The surrounding Red Wolf thugs looked at each other, and all of them actually developed an illusion of empathy.

"Sigh, this guy isn't having it easy either; he looks like a corporate slave squeezed by his boss every day."

"Isn't that right!"

"Who would have thought, even the villain has to deal with KPIs, how miserable! Damn capitalists!"

"Brother Lao Ma! Hurry to the logistics department and get two skewers of grilled kidneys to help Brother Hughes nourish his body!"

"Look at these dark circles, this reflective hairline, it's even more heartbreaking than when I was screwing bolts in the factory before I transmigrated!"

"Brother, laborers don't lie to laborers! How about you just quit and switch to our Red Wolf Guild?"

For a moment, the style of the murderous battlefield changed drastically.

Those who didn't know would think it was a recruitment and warmth-delivery scene for some large enterprise.

Inside the mecha cockpit.

Lu Yuan looked down from above at this sobbing, broken black-robed programmer, a cold, sharp arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

He controlled the mecha to raise the muzzle of the death god main cannon slightly by half an inch.

A cold and oppressive voice boomed across the plaza through the mecha's external loudspeaker.

"In consideration of the outstanding contributions you've made to our guild."

"Asking to be spared is no problem."

Lu Yuan's voice carried a hint of playfulness, striking directly at the key point.

"As for the exchange conditions..."

"Tell me everything you know, without reservation."

"Including your identity as an administrator and the truth behind this global survival game."

"And what you just mentioned... those big shots above."

"As long as the value of the information is enough to buy your life..."

"We can consider leaving you a way to survive."