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

Even if he was arrogant, he didn't think he was qualified to compete with Mo Fang, the president of the First Guild.

Even the president of the Heavenly Fox Guild wouldn't dare to mess with someone like that.

A chill ten times stronger than before instantly swept over Brother Long's entire body.

He was dumbfounded.

Mo Fang, holding the contract termination document, walked steadily toward him step by step.

Mo Fang chuckled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it carried a hint of cold scrutiny.

"Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

The seemingly casual question struck Brother Long like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

He stared intently at the flimsy parchment in Mo Fang's hand. The four large characters on the paper, "Termination of Contract," distorted and magnified in his vision, turning into a death knell.

He understood instantly.

When players first entered Wasteland Era, they all signed a similar shopkeeper contract.

That contract was the key to their resurrection and entry into Wasteland Era!

Losing the job of a shop assistant is equivalent to being completely kicked out of "Wasteland Era".

Don't be fooled by his current success and the few brothers he has under his command who can act arrogantly and domineeringly everywhere.

Once the privilege of resurrection is lost, death is the true end.

What's the difference between this and killing him outright?

An unimaginable fear spread from the depths of Brother Long's bones, instantly devouring the little bit of luck and smugness that had just risen within him.

"No, I can't sign!"

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. Brother Long let out a piercing scream, sprang to his feet, and turned to rush into the crowd to escape.

His only thought now is to run! As long as he runs away and doesn't sign this paper, he'll still be a grocery store employee and protected by the rules!

However, Mo Fang simply watched him quietly, without moving an inch.

Just a second before Brother Long was about to rush into the crowd, Mo Fang flipped his wrist, and a dark golden rope shot out from his spatial origin.

The rope seemed to have its own life, drawing a strange arc in the air, arriving first after being delayed, precisely wrapping around Brother Long's waist, and then suddenly pulling him backward!

"what!"

Brother Long felt a tremendous force come from him, and he was sent flying backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the ground in front of Mo Fang, where he was bound tightly.

This sudden turn of events caused an uproar among the surrounding players.

"Holy crap! This is... a B-rank Origin Weapon called 'Dragon Binding Rope'?!"

One knowledgeable player exclaimed in surprise, "This thing was listed on the auction house once, and the starting price was astronomical! No wonder it's Mo Fang, the master; he casually throws out a B-grade source weapon!"

"Is this the difference between me and the top players? I'm still fighting tooth and nail for a D-grade weapon, while they're already using B-grade source weapons to bind people."

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, but soon, a more perceptive player noticed the crux of the problem, his voice trembling with excitement.

"No! The point isn't about the source soldiers! Look, this is a safe zone! Mo Fang made his move inside the safe zone, and he hasn't been punished at all!"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone held their breath.

That's right! PVP activities of any kind are prohibited within the safe zone. This is an ironclad rule in Wasteland Era and common knowledge recognized by all players.

Violators will be immediately and severely punished according to the rules.

But now, in front of everyone, Mo Fang used an offensive source weapon to bind another player, yet he remained unharmed.

What does this tell us?

B-grade source soldiers, perhaps hardcore players or whales will be able to get their hands on them someday.

But this kind of privilege that disregards the rules... that's the truly despairing gap!

For a moment, everyone looked at Lin Mo's back, and the awe they felt reached an unprecedented peak.

This is no longer a question of whether someone is strong or not; this store manager is part of the rules himself!

Bound to the ground by the "Dragon-Binding Rope," Brother Long's face was ashen. He struggled a few times, only to find that the rope was tightening more and more, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He completely gave up resisting, but still gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

"No matter what, I...I will not sign!"

Mo Fang squatted down without a care and slapped the parchment on his face.

Whether you sign or not is your right.

Mo Fang smiled and added slowly, "But whether I can get you to sign is up to me."

Brother Long shuddered at the cold texture of the parchment. He swallowed hard and, in a moment of desperation, roared at Lin Mo.

"Shop owner! I was wrong! But I was just doing something for someone else!"

"I'm from the Heavenly Fox Guild! I'm just an employee; the Heavenly Fox Guild sent us to deal with Lin Xiu! If you need help, go find the Heavenly Fox Guild, don't bother a nobody like me!"

He tried to pour this dirty water onto the behemoth behind him, hoping that the words "Heavenly Fox Guild" would make Lin Mo wary.

Many players around who were initially confused showed a clearer understanding when they heard "Tianhu Guild".

"The Heavenly Fox Guild? So it's one of their people."

"No wonder they acted so arrogantly, so that's which guild they're backing."

"What is the Heavenly Fox Guild? Is it famous?"

"You don't know the Sky Fox Guild? It's the guild that specializes in credit loans!" A player in the crowd suddenly explained indignantly.

"Holy crap, credit loans are even being used in Wasteland Era? That's really damning."

Another player chimed in, "A friend of mine got scammed by them! He borrowed money to tide him over, but the interest kept compounding, and in the end, he lost everything—his livelihood, his house, his car—before it was all over!"

"I initially thought the store manager's methods were a bit too domineering, but now it seems incredibly satisfying! This kind of scum deserves to be punished like this!"

"Support the store manager! Cleaning up trash is everyone's responsibility!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Players who had initially remained neutral, and some even felt that Lin Mo's sudden outburst was excessive, completely changed their stance after hearing about "Tianhu Guild" and "Credit Loan".

Countless scornful and angry gazes transformed into sharp swords, all aimed at Brother Long on the ground.

Tianhu Guild's credit loan business is notorious among players, having harmed countless ordinary players who desperately needed money, causing many to complain bitterly.

Brother Long intended to use the guild as a shield, but unexpectedly, this shield directly ignited public outrage, blowing him to pieces.

He was stunned when he saw the faces around him that had instantly turned indignant.

His words just now not only failed to achieve their intended effect, but also had the opposite effect.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.