Hong Kong Player Association Headquarters.
The thirty-story building, which was supposedly the safest structure in Hong Kong, echoed with the sounds of panicked shouts and screams from the sudden infiltration of unidentified masked individuals.
“Oh no, you don’t...!”
Tz-zt. A Player from the Association directed their attack, Chain Lightning, at one of the masked individuals. However… Schlk. The masked individual easily dodged the skill and severed the man’s head. The movement belonged to either an incredibly skilled individual or someone with professional training.
Many similar cases happened throughout the building. Simply put, the difference in power between the forces was just too large.
“Damn it…!” One of the Association’s Players blindly shot their skill in frustration. C-c-c-clang. Several blades of air flew toward the masked individuals, but they parried away the woman’s skill with ease.
‘Damn it... Where did they come from&h...
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