A Rare Opportunity

"Sister Xiaobai, have you heard?!" The office door was suddenly pushed open, and a man rushed in.

"Some experts have analyzed that when the Tide Prison opens next time, there will most likely be no map boss and no restrictions on solo players entering."

Xiao Bai didn't even look up, continuing to lie on the table scrolling through videos.

"Sister Bai, how about we take this opportunity to make a big splash?" The man walked to the desk and leaned on it.

Xiao Bai impatiently raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her who was panting heavily and looking excited.

"Mule, aren't you most afraid of playing dangerous maps?" Little White teased. "Tidal Prison is the most dangerous map right now, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, Sister Bai, isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The man nicknamed "Mule" chuckled obsequiously.

"No map boss battles, super high drop rates, and solo players are allowed in—what a great opportunity! It would be a shame to miss it!"

Little White could see the undisguised greed in the mule's eyes, and drool was practically dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"How can you be so sure the warden won't spawn in the prison next time? Tidal Prison has been open so many times since it opened, and the warden has always appeared!"

"Really! It's that UN expert, the one who frequently studies the opening and closing times of various dangerous areas."

Xiao Bai frowned slightly, puzzled, and asked, "The warden has come out so many times, but this time, instead of letting the warden in and preventing the top clubs from taking advantage of the situation, they're letting casual players in?"

"Uh..." Mule was momentarily speechless; he hadn't thought about that question.

"Didn't the warden of that Tidal Prison say that he wouldn't mind if ordinary operators came to his prison to take some local specialties?"

Little White looked at the mule with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, and sighed.

"I still think the risks of tidal prisons are too high, and the club is not considering it for the time being."

"Huh?" The mule was very disappointed, looking like a child who hadn't gotten a lollipop.

"Last time you lost track of someone, and you even went to Tide Prison!" Xiaobai said irritably.

"No, Sister Xiaobai!" Mule quickly protested, "It really wasn't my fault. Who exactly is this Boss Han of yours?"

Mule didn't dare tell the truth, only telling Xiaobai that he had lost them, because intuition is a mysterious thing, and if he said it directly, no one would believe him.

But thinking of this, Mule remembered the murderous intent emanating from that figure's back that day, and couldn't help but shudder.

"A very skilled fighter traded a lot of high-quality weapons and accessories with us." Xiaobai carefully chose his words. "The club wants to recruit him."

"Huh? He's the one who sold us all those fully modified guns and high-end attachments?" No wonder, Mule thought to himself, this might make sense now.

Anyone who can acquire so much high-level equipment must be no pushover.

"Alright, stop asking so many questions, let's go back." Bai waved his hand, pressed the play button on his phone again, and continued watching the video with great interest.

"Hey, no! Sister Bai, please think it over again..." Mule pleaded, practically grabbing Xiaobai's arm and shaking it.

"Think about it, the drop rate in prison is so high. What if we get a rare item? Wouldn't our club be rich?"

The mule kept nagging in front of Little White for a long time, and finally Little White had no choice but to agree to let the mule enter the Tide Prison.

"Fine, fine, go ahead! If you get lost, don't blame others!"

"Don't worry, Sister Bai, it won't happen!"

After saying that, the mule hopped and skipped away from the club.

Xiao Bai sat back down, shook his head helplessly, and his phone screen remained on the chat dialog box.

"That's true. The news that the prison isn't displaying the warden's information was indeed released by that expert, and we believe the information is basically reliable."

"Is the risk manageable?"

"The situation is basically under control. Evacuation cannot be guaranteed, but the probability of getting lost is not high."

The chat ended there. Xiaobai picked up her phone and her slender fingers quickly tapped the keyboard on the screen.

"Then why won't the Dragon Club let you go?"

"These top clubs are worried about public opinion pressure, and it is expected that they will not send their teams in full force in the next few matches."

"However, it is possible that some club members may have entered prison alone in their own name."

Xiao Bai stared at the screen, lost in thought.

……

It had been a long time since the area in front of the Danger Zone Casual Players Association had been this lively.

The so-called "Independent Persons Association" is an official organization. Individuals who want to enter dangerous areas must register with the association.

When a danger zone is opened, individual travelers are only allowed to pass through by official staff after registering their information.

This place is usually very quiet and deserted.

Now the place is packed with people, as lively as a market.

The crowd huddled together, some standing on tiptoe to peer ahead, others shouting, "Stop pushing!"

Countless casual players jostle and push each other, all for a spot to enter the Tide Prison.

Outside the Sanren Association, a man in dark combat uniform was leaning against a concrete block outside the association's gate.

He was surrounded by a group of people, but they dared not get too close, maintaining a delicate distance.

"Hey, isn't this someone from the Hibiscus Club? What's their name again?"

"I think his name is Park Im-cheong?"

"Yes, yes, what's he doing here?"

Park Im-cheong raised his head, glanced at the onlookers, and said, "My entry into Tide Prison this time was in my personal capacity and has nothing to do with the Hibiscus Club."

"Everyone knows this is a great opportunity. I will use my five fully modified guns, the best armor, the best weapons, and all the terrain information in the prison is in my head." He tapped his temple with his finger.

"I need teammates." Park Im-cheong's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to those around him.

"Team up with me, and I'll protect you. All you have to do is keep up with me and not hold us back."

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Me! I'll sign up!"

"Count me in!"

"Brother Qing, I'm a very accurate shot!"

Countless hands reached forward, registration forms waved in the air, and some people even started to push forward, trying to squeeze in front of Park Im-cheong.

But the next second, Park Im-cheong raised a finger.

"100,000 Haff coins per person."

The air fell silent for two seconds.

"One hundred thousand?!" someone blurted out. "Why don't you just rob someone?"

"Exactly! With 100,000 Haf coins, I could buy two sets of equipment myself!"

"This price is outrageous..."

"I'm signing up." It was a tall, thin young man who pulled a crumpled banknote from his pocket. "This is all I have."

With someone taking the lead, the hesitant began to waver, and several more individuals who had signed up for the next operation paid their fees.

"It's worth it," a lone traveler on the periphery who hadn't been notified of the next operation muttered to his companion.

"Ten thousand for a life is a good deal. Working with someone from a top club guarantees a life."

"If it actually turns red, we'll make a fortune!"

Mule finally managed to snag a spot and squeezed his way out of the Sanren Association, just in time to witness this scene at the entrance.

"Tsk tsk, 100,000." Mule shook his head, staring at the man in the middle of the crowd. It wasn't that he was heartbroken about the 100,000 yuan, but he had a feeling that the man was no good.