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墨書 Inktalez
Mark quickly gathered everyone at Riot Games together.
The reason it was so easy was that there weren't many people in the entire Riot Games. Even if you counted all the programmers besides the designers, there were barely a hundred people in total.
Of course, this did not include any cleaners.
Everyone silently watched the president, not saying a word.
When Li Hong had barged into the headquarters of Riot, everyone had witnessed his methods, and naturally, no one dared to speak up.
As the saying goes, strength is the ultimate truth.
Although they were part of Riot too, facing someone like Li Hong with such a dirty trick made their hearts tremble.
Li Hong glanced at the motley crew of designers and felt quite dissatisfied.
What was wrong with these guys? Why did they all look so shabby? It was embarrassing to be an employee here.
"Grandpa, everyone is here..." Mark stood by nervously, afraid that if Li Hong was displeased, he would turn them all into toads.
"Sigh, the quality of the staff is still too low!" Li Hong sighed deeply, looking quite melancholic.
Those from the Soul Clan were already ugly enough. If he had to take back these unpresentable designers, what would that make him?
A recycling station for junk?
"Alright, alright, let's just make do with it." He couldn't be bothered to waste words with these people.
He activated the teleportation and kicked each of them inside one by one, causing the group to vanish in an instant.
As for the consequences of the entire team disappearing from Shroud World, what did it have to do with Li Hong?
Time travel was nothing new for Li Hong, but for these designers who had never experienced it before, it was quite an eye-opener.
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on?"
Seeing the surroundings instantly transform from the office area of the team into a desolate wilderness, Everyone felt utterly shocked.
"This is a spell! A spell!" Tiamat exclaimed in disbelief.
To be able to transport so many of them to an unknown location in an instant, it could only be magic or something similar.
Li Hong yawned and hung up on Charlie.
He had already instructed Charlie to rent out the Thirteenth Floor of Baisheng Building for the team of designers to live and work in.
Even though it was already past eight in the evening, having money made things easier, and the building management agreed without hesitation.
This was only reasonable, considering that the Thirteenth Floor of Baisheng Building had been vacant for quite some time.
"Alright, alright, I will take you to your new office location now. From now on, this will be your home. Your current task is to quickly develop League of Legends."
Li Hong was confident in bringing these people back, naturally unafraid of any mishaps.
The loyalty lock operation was not something only Penguin Dad was using.
Changing player information was not a troublesome task for Li Hong.
"Why create a League of Legends? Just download it from the official website!" one designer asked in confusion.
Mark's forehead darkened as he helplessly replied, "You can't be serious, right? This... is really another world?"
"Yeah," Li Hong nodded, neither confirming nor denying.
"My Lower Emperor, this is unscientific!"
"What the hell!"
"F***..."
The designers naturally heard the conversation between Mark and Li Hong, and they instantly fell into despair.
How did they end up in another world?
Despite their complaints, they did not take any extreme actions; after all, Li Hong's loyalty lock was no joke.
Though it was quite frustrating, they quickly accepted this reality. There was no choice but to accept it; they had come this far, and they had no idea how to get back.
"Alright, alright, Mark, you lead the team. Everyone, let's run forward with the goal of reaching Baisheng Building five kilometers away," Li Hong said, glancing at the sky.
Mark nodded and quickly rallied everyone.
They had no choice but to take it step by step. Although this five-kilometer run was somewhat challenging for them as Otaku, they dared not defy the demands of the formidable Li Hong.
Thus, a shocking scene unfolded on the road leading from the outskirts to Baisheng Building.
A group of foreigners was lined up, running wildly down the street.
Uninformed bystanders almost thought that Ugly Nation had launched an attack.
"Hey, is that Yao Yao Ling? Did the Ugly Nation soldiers reach the capital?"
"…"
Li Hong was oblivious to the gossip of the onlookers.
He rode in a yellow car he found parked by the roadside, herding this group of designers as he swayed toward Baisheng Building.
The roadside surveillance cameras faithfully recorded this scene.
Upon receiving the tip-off, the keen-eyed media reporters naturally would not miss this newsworthy event and quickly swarmed to the scene.
Before Li Hong could bring this group back to Baisheng Building, he was surrounded by reporters who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
"Excuse me, are you all together?"
Li Hong nodded.
"Why are you all walking on the road like this? Didn't you hear about the news last month where an elderly couple was hit by a car while walking?"
Li Hong felt a wave of frustration: "We're not just walking; we're simply... just taking a stroll during our break!"
With that, Li Hong shot a stern glance at the crowd.
The designers shivered in unison and nodded vigorously.
"That's right, we are just out for a walk."
The reporters clearly sensed something was off. This young man, dressed in a Happy Sheep Shirt and tattered Jeans, was obviously the leader of this group.
"Hello, sir. I'm a reporter from Lich Lich Evening News. I would like to ask what your relationship is with them and why you brought them out for a walk?"
Faced with the microphone thrust toward him, Li Hong could only respond awkwardly, "It's nothing; I'm just their Boss. Alright, we have things to do, so we can't entertain any further questions."
At this point, the group had reached the entrance of Baisheng Building. Li Hong shook off the reporters behind him and led Mark and the others inside.
Soon after, an informed reporter received a tip from the management office.
They were headed to the Thirteenth Floor.
"What is Thirteenth Floor? What company is that?" a reporter asked, puzzled.
Everyone shook their heads, indicating they didn't know either.
Baisheng Building wasn't a well-known commercial office building, so naturally, not many people were aware of what was happening inside.
At that moment, the janitor, Old Wang, who was sweeping at the entrance, smacked his lips and explained, "Thirteenth Floor? Didn't it just get rented out?"
The reporters' eyes lit up as they surrounded Old Wang.
"Sir, do you know what company has moved into that office floor?"
Old Wang lit a cigarette and, amidst the swirling smoke, pondered for a moment before saying, "I heard from the manager that it seems to be Sweet Potato Films that rented it."
Sweet Potato Films?
"What the hell, it's them?"
"It's actually Sweet Potato Films?"
The reporters were well aware of the feud between Sweet Potato Films and Luhan. This could be the most explosive news between the two.
Unexpectedly, this group of foreign reporters was also connected to Sweet Potato Films.
"Sweet Potato Films... I remember now; they had rented the twelfth floor before, right? Ah, I'm getting old and can't remember things clearly..."
Old Wang picked up the broom and left.
Unfortunately, at that moment, no one paid any attention to the complaining Old Wang.
The scandal surrounding Sweet Potato Films had yet to be resolved, and now there was another issue involving the exploitation of foreign employees.
Such explosive news was something these reporters would never let slip by.
The more astute reporters had already thought up their headlines.
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