The invisible force of the Game System swept through, teleporting a hundred Players to the entrance of Qingshan Charity Angel Sanatorium, where Hand of God and Green Plum Brews Wine had been waiting for quite some time.
"Listen to me, everyone..." Hand of God began to speak, lowering his voice.
Wang Linchi hadn't arrived; he was dealing with a matter. This referred to the North General, with whom he had never quite seen eye to eye. He was worried that this individual might cause trouble and intentionally sabotage their plan.
However, he wasn't overly concerned. Their not gathering wouldn't have a significant impact; at most, it would only improve efficiency by one or two percent.
At the entrance, the crowd was abuzz with discussion.
"Since Hand of God says so, we'll listen to you in this dungeon for the time being. But let's be clear, if you want us to be cannon fodder, we will not agree," a Player shouted.
