However, the chief wasn't in a hurry to explain; he first lit a cigar, took a puff, and then slowly began to speak:
"Mr. Wang, actually I was once like you, a player. You should understand what I'm saying."
"You're a player too? I don't think so."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhifan's expression changed slightly. He scanned the middle-aged white man from head to toe and couldn't discern any player characteristics, such as his life aura, which in Wang Zhifan's perception wasn't extraordinary, unlike many seasoned players in the game who were practically minor superhumans.
"I'm no longer a player; I was once... But the price of shedding this identity was to become what I am now, a nearly ordinary middle-aged man."
The chief continued to explain, with his eyes seemingly flickering with distant thoughts, as if recalling something.
"No, there's no exit mechanism after becoming a player! You're lying!"
