Looking at the flashy gear shining on their bodies, George could tell—these were all high-level players from the Azure League.
"So, you're George, huh?" a tall, slim man holding a bow said slowly, his voice smooth and cold.
George shot him a glare and replied in a hard tone, "The so-called top Guild of the North... and this is how low you stoop?"
He was, of course, referring to how the Azure League had kidnapped Origi just to lure him out.
"This is what we live for," the archer said. "There's no room for mercy or pity in this game."
He raised his bow, the arrow tip glowing faintly red, aimed right at George.
"George, surrender now," a seductive woman called out softly. "You can have the same status as us."
"Join us," another player added. "Together, we'll rule this world."
"And what about them?" George pointed at the broken players lying below—those who had been robbed and crushed by the Azure League.
