One Hundred and Forty-One: 'Are You Mocking Me Too?
[Main God Space · No. 12]
"—Cheers!"
Amid the steam, glasses clinked together, the clear liquid shimmering under the light.
There was night in the Main God Space as well, but without the time zone differences of Zhai Xing, all servers shared the same day and night schedule.
It was night now, and the spicy and mild broths of the hot pot boiled vigorously, while the warm light seemed to even soften the darkness with a touch of warmth.
Yang Changxu looked at the two foreigners sitting at the same table and downed his glass of white liquor in one gulp.
They were dressed in uniform gray-and-white urban camouflage, with silver stars on their chests—the insignia of the United Group.
Although Yang Changxu had previously taken part in stability maintenance in the Great Northwest before entering the game world and was considered an elite troop who had seen real combat in peaceful times, he still faced a considerable shock in the game instances.