"It's all a mess. I haven't even stabilized my own situation, and more trouble is brewing," Hand of God sighed wearily. He felt completely cornered, with no advantage whatsoever.
Green Plum Brews Wine sat silently to the side. They had faced Fallen Players before, but never any this troublesome, and certainly not in these numbers. Previously, they had dealt with single-digit numbers at most, so the harm caused wasn't significant.
This time, however, there were at least a hundred of them. They were adept at creating chaos, manipulating public opinion, and more. The emergence of The Mistaken Doctor had only made the already chaotic situation worse.
"Something's happened," Wang Linchi said, walking in, his voice grave.
"What is it now? Don't tell me there's a riot," Hand of God said, rubbing his temples, thoroughly exasperated.
