The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

the other side.

Luo Qingcheng looked at the excited crowd in the guild channel, but she couldn't feel happy at all.

She rubbed her aching temples and sent another message to her grandfather.

"Grandpa, where are you now?"

"It's a gray area. There are so many big fish here. The big fish in the picture I sent you was caught here."

"Are you coming? Or maybe you should reconsider. Everything here is great, except for the mosquitoes."

Luo Qingcheng: "..."

The gray area...that's a high-level, strange zone.

Luo Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

Given Ba Dao's vengeful nature, if he can't win him over, he will definitely resort to underhanded tactics.

Be careful, some people might try to cause you trouble.

"Trouble? Hahaha, no problem, Grandpa's in good health!"

"I can pull up such a big fish, why would I be afraid of those little guys who haven't even grown their feathers yet?"

Seeing her grandfather's carefree reply, Luo Qingcheng felt a headache coming on.

Without further hesitation, she immediately sent a message in the guild management channel.

"@SilverMoon, take your team and head to a location immediately. I've sent you the coordinates. Remember, under no circumstances can he be harmed!"

"receive!"

Upon receiving the order, Silvermoon immediately assembled her team, activated her wind runes, and sped off towards the gray area.

......

When Silvermoon arrived at the coordinates with a team of fully armed elite players in a hurry, the scene before them stunned them all.

The scene of Grandpa being surrounded and attacked, which I had imagined, did not happen.

On the open ground at the edge of the swamp, five or six corpses lay scattered about, with the guild emblem of Shura's Blade and bright red IDs still floating on them.

Meanwhile, their target for protection, Old Master Yan Zhenglin, was humming an unknown tune, leisurely tidying up the spoils on the ground, muttering to himself as he picked them up.

"Young people these days have such short tempers. They try to snatch my fishing rod at the slightest disagreement. Now look what happened."

He looked up, saw Yin Yue and the others, and smiled kindly.

"Oh? You were sent by Qingcheng, weren't you?"

Yinyue nodded blankly, her gaze passing over the old man and landing on the unremarkable fishing rod stuck in the ground behind him.

At the top of the fishing rod hung the helmet of a player with the red name of the Asura Blade.

Silver Moon nodded blankly.

For a moment, her thoughts went blank.

As the captain of the Divine Realm Guard, Silver Moon believed she had seen countless high-level players and top-tier equipment, but the scene before her completely overturned her understanding.

Her gaze slowly moved down from the still-dripping helmet and landed on Yan Zhenglin.

The old man was wearing a dark gray exoskeleton powered armor, with faint energy halos flowing around his joints. On his chest was an inconspicuous "cycle" mark, a unique mark produced by a high-end recycling shop.

Looking at the fishing rod in his hand, which he used as a weapon, the rod reflected a unique deep luster in the dim light of the swamp, and the energy crystal embedded in the reel was clearly grade B!

This is clearly an ordinary person, yet he holds the truth in his hands.

No matter what skills or positioning you have, they all seem pale and powerless in the face of absolute equipment superiority.

It's like a martial arts legend encountering an interstellar warship. While you're still using swords, spears, and clubs, they just unleash a laser cannon. The outcome was predetermined from the start.

"Sir." Silver Moon forced herself to calm down, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "I am Silver Moon from the Divine Realm. The Guild Master sent me to pick you up."

"A battle has just taken place here, it's not safe. Shura and his gang definitely won't give up, so please come back to the guild headquarters with us."

Yan Zhenglin was kneading the fish bait and didn't even look up when he heard this.

"No, no, this place is great. It's quiet, there are lots of fish, and the people here are so nice to talk to. I'm quite happy here."

He patted his newly acquired spoils and stuffed them into his backpack with satisfaction: "You guys go back now, and tell Qingcheng that I'm fine."

The refusal was swift and decisive.

Yin Yue was speechless for a moment.

Others might not know, but she knew very well that the man in front of her was the president's own grandfather.

Since the other party was determined not to go back, she couldn't force them.

Reasoning?

He had an attitude of "I'm just here to fish, don't bother me".

What can I do?

These old men are all incredibly stubborn!

But the mission is "no matter what, we can't let him get hurt."

Silver Moon's mind raced, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck her.

"Sir, you may not know this," she said in a mysterious tone, "but the fishing spot controlled by our guild, Silvermoon Bay, is widely recognized as one of the most popular spots for this event, and..."

She deliberately dragged out the sound.

Yan Zhenglin indeed stopped what he was doing, looked up and glanced at her.

"And what?"

"Moreover, the fish there are much bigger than those here," Silvermoon said decisively.

Yan Zhenglin's previously indifferent face suddenly widened his narrowed eyes.

"Much bigger? How much bigger?"

"It is said that...someone has seen a sea beast the size of a small mountain." Silver Moon forced herself to start making things up, regardless of whether it was true or not, she just wanted to get the person back first.

The voice just fell.

"Oh dear, why didn't you say so earlier!"

Yan Zhenglin slapped his thigh, quickly packed his belongings into the spatial weapon, then pulled out the fishing rod stuck in the ground and casually threw away the helmet.

"What are you all standing there for? Come on! You young people are more capable than this old man!"

Seeing the old man's complete change in attitude, Yin Yue and the elite team members behind her exchanged bewildered glances, all somewhat unable to keep up with the turn of events.

"Old Yan! Old Yan! Are you leaving?"

Not far away, a chubby head peeked out from behind a huge rock; it was none other than Fatty Wang, who had been scared and hidden away earlier.

Yan Zhenglin waved to him: "Fatty, I'm off with my granddaughter's people, going to a good spot to catch some big fish!"

As he spoke, he took a small cloth bag out of his backpack and casually tossed it over.

"Here, use this sparingly, it's powerful."

Fatty Wang hurriedly caught it, opened it, and was greeted by an indescribable fishy smell. Inside the bag was a strangely shaped lump of bait.

"I... my God! Lao Yan, isn't this your precious bait?"

"Are you really willing to give it to me?" Fatty Wang stammered, his hands trembling as he held the cloth bag.

"Hehe, it's yours." Yan Zhenglin waved his hand smugly, slung his fishing rod over his shoulder, hummed a little tune, and strode away with Yin Yue and the others.

Wang Pangzi was left standing there, staring at the bait in his hand, overwhelmed with shock and ecstasy.