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Wang Wu's confession detonated like a bomb within our small team.
Xie Hanshuang was the first to jump up, pointing an accusatory finger at Wang Wu's nose and shouting, "How could you, Wang Wu! You dare to betray us! You... you... you're just a... a... a..."
Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato, yet she struggled to find a harsher word.
I patted her shoulder, trying to calm her down. "Take it easy, take it easy. Even when cursing, there’s an art to it. You can't just vent your emotions; you need to be articulate and reasoned so that people can truly accept what you say. Look at you, your face is turning into a monkey's backside from all the anger."
Xie Hanshuang took a deep breath, trying hard to regain her composure. Then she pointed at Wang Wu and gritted her teeth, saying, "Wang Wu, you... you... ungrateful traitor, heartless scoundrel, utterly despicable, worse than a pig or dog, with the face of a human but the heart of a beast—"
She stumbled again.
I sighed; it seemed that expecting Xie Hanshuang to come up with something clever was futile. This girl usually seemed sharp but fell apart at critical moments.
I turned to Wang Wu and asked, "Wang Wu, do you have anything to say?"
Wang Wu kept his head down in silence, looking like a schoolboy caught in wrongdoing. He occasionally stole glances at me before quickly looking away, his eyes resembling those of a little hamster caught sneaking food.
I pressed on, "The Dark Council... what exactly are they?"
Wang Wu hesitated for a moment before replying, "The Dark Council... is a... mysterious organization... they... they want to... control the entire world..."
"Control the entire world?" I couldn't help but laugh. "That's quite an ambitious goal! Why not aim to rule the universe? Aren't they afraid of straining their backs?"
Wang Wu ignored my mockery and continued, "The Dark Council... possesses... powerful technology... and... viral weapons..."
"Viral weapons?" My interest piqued. "Could it be that the Soul Devouring Virus was created by them?"
Wang Wu nodded, as if he had finally lifted a heavy burden off his shoulders and felt considerably lighter.
"So it’s true..." I murmured to myself. "I knew this virus wasn't simple... These guys are always up to no good; can't they do something legitimate for once?"
At that moment, the voice of Zhong Dali came through the team channel, "Boss... we have a situation..."
"What situation?" I asked.
"I... I found... someone... is approaching..." Zhong Dali said, his tone laced with a hint of panic.
"What kind of people?" My heart tightened. "Is it the Dark Council? Those guys are quick to act."
"I... I don't know..." Zhong Dali replied. "There are... a lot of them... and... and..."
"And what? Can you just spit it out? You're making me anxious!" I pressed.
"And they... they're all wearing... strange outfits..." Zhong Dali said, his voice growing even more peculiar.
Strange outfits?
I was puzzled. What was this about? Could it be a special unit from the Dark Council? Their sense of aesthetics is truly... unique.
I hurried to the window and looked outside.
Sure enough, I saw a group of people walking toward us.
They were dressed in all sorts of bizarre costumes. Some wore ancient armor and held rusty swords, as if they had just crawled out of a tomb. Others donned modern military uniforms but wore ridiculous clown masks—were they on a mission or attending a masquerade ball? There were also those in strange cosplay outfits, with magical girls waving plastic wands, future warriors carrying cardboard rocket launchers, and even one wearing a bikini, draped in a beach towel, holding a surfboard—a sexy lady!
What… what is going on?
Could it be… an apocalypse cosplay contest? These folks really have guts; the world is ending, and they're still in the mood to play dress-up.
As I pondered this, suddenly, the system's voice echoed in my mind: "Ding! Congratulations, host, you have triggered a hidden mission: New Reinforcements Arrive."
New reinforcements?
"Are these people... here to join us? System, are you sure you're not joking with me?"
A surge of joy filled my heart; this was truly... a timely blessing! Although their appearance was a bit... peculiar, as long as they could fight, who cared what they wore, right?
I quickly opened the team channel and said, "Zhong Dali, get ready to welcome our guests!"
"Guests?" Zhong Dali replied with confusion. "Boss... are you sure... they're guests and not... enemies? They look like they came to attend a carnival..."
"Of course I'm sure!" I asserted confidently. "They... are here to join us! The system said so; it can't be wrong!"
"But... they don't really look like..." Zhong Dali said, his tone filled with skepticism.
"Trust me!" I insisted. "I have a feeling! My instincts are usually spot on, except for last time..."
I quickly cut myself off; that last premonition was too painful to recall.
As the group in their strange outfits drew closer, I finally got a good look at them.
Leading the pack was a tall woman clad in a tight black suit, wearing dark sunglasses. Her fiery red hair flowed in the wind, giving her an air of confidence. This outfit was particularly... out of place in this apocalyptic world.
"Hello," she said, removing her sunglasses to reveal bright eyes. "My name is... Thunder."
Thunder?
That name was indeed... quite imposing! Though it didn't quite match her attire.
"Hello," I replied quickly. "I'm Wei Na, the captain of this team."
"I know," Thunder said. "I've heard of your great reputation. It's said that you have led your team to repeatedly defeat the Dark Council; truly impressive."
"You're too kind," I responded. "It's just been good luck so far. May I ask... what brings you here?"
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