Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

Su Yuyang's eyes turned cold, his icy gaze fixed on the phone screen. His usually calm and composed nature was now overwhelmed by surging anger, which was about to explode completely.

Su Yuyang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging rage in his chest, raised his hand, tilted his head back, and gulped down a large mouthful of DL100% compound juice.

He then turned his head, his gaze cold and frosty, silently staring at the bustling yet distant night view of Dubai outside the window.

He calmed himself down and took a long, deep breath for more than ten seconds, gradually calming the surging anger in his chest. Only then did he forcefully suppress the overwhelming agitation and rage deep within his heart.

In that instant, a surge of overwhelming rage rose within him, and he wished he could crush the Dubai court's forces.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he remembered that he still needed to continuously supply the Black Forest camp with living materials from the real world, and he forcibly suppressed that destructive impulse.

He gripped the compound juice bottle tightly with his right hand, his knuckles turning white, the juice inside churning and swirling violently.

Su Yuyang frowned, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to break out of this difficult predicament.

His thoughts raced through his mind as he weighed the pros and cons. He knew he absolutely could not reveal his identity at this moment.

The only viable approach is to secretly disrupt the situation and make contact with various underground gangs entrenched in the shadows of Dubai.

Su Yuyang didn't linger for a moment. His figure suddenly became ethereal, disappearing silently from the room. Only a faint black arc of electricity lingered in his place before slowly dissipating into the night.

In a detached manor villa on the Dubai beachfront, several burly men in black patrolled the courtyard, their expressions cold and their eyes scanning the surroundings like hawks, exuding a tense and vigilant aura.

The manor is now covered with surveillance cameras, the number of which has increased several times over. The cameras are locked onto every dark and hidden corner, leaving no room for oversight.

The security level of the entire villa has been raised to the highest level, A-level alert.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sea, a burly middle-aged man leaned against the windowsill, laughing loudly and unrestrainedly, his tone full of disdain.

"That Audi kid is still nowhere to be found? I bet he's probably already dead in some ditch."

"In the end, it was the Dubai government that took ruthless action. If they hadn't secretly colluded with forces on the other side of the strait, the Strait of Hormuz would not have been so firmly controlled and temporarily blocked."

"It's such a waste that whole ship full of weapons; it's all gone to waste. I really don't understand what Audi was planning to do with all that weaponry."

"Could this guy be planning to secretly fund the rebels?"

The burly middle-aged man before them was none other than Fernster, the mastermind behind the Kinahhan Group.

Recently, Audi has been frequently interfering, causing his businesses to suffer setbacks and heavy losses.

He finally managed to climb up to the Dubai court as a powerful patron after going through many difficult means.

It can only be said that Audi was simply courting death. It's not good to do things quietly, but instead, it dared to get involved in the murky waters of the arms trade. It was like walking into a knife's edge, a path to its own demise.

He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of strong brandy, then lazily gestured to the alluring woman behind him.

The woman had just bent down and approached, her graceful figure exuding charm, when suddenly her body stiffened, and without warning, she fell straight to the ground, instantly becoming silent.

Not only the woman, but even Fenster, who was lying lazily on the sofa and completely naked, felt as if an invisible electric current had surged through his body, causing his body to convulse violently and tremble uncontrollably.

His face contorted in agony, his limbs thrashed about uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered together, making a series of rapid and piercing clattering sounds.

After holding on for only two seconds, Fenster could no longer hold on, and white foam uncontrollably spilled from the corners of his mouth, looking ferocious and pathetic.

Without warning, a figure completely black with an indistinct face appeared out of thin air in the room.

Upon seeing this, Enster's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes instantly filled with extreme terror.

He desperately wanted to beg for mercy, but his limbs were already trembling violently out of control, his mouth and nose were spasming and twitching, his face was crooked and distorted, and he had completely lost all control over his body.

Fortunately, he can still breathe.

The agonizing feeling of being on the verge of life and death, suffocating with fear, completely shattered all the arrogance and pride of this gangster boss.

He stared tremblingly at the motionless black figure in the room, his eyes filled with utter terror and boundless fear.

"You, you, you..."

Fenster's throat bobbed incessantly, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence. He was so terrified that he was incoherent and completely lost his composure.

Su Yuyang completely ignored his panicked appearance, calmly took out his phone, opened a real-time translation app, typed in the questions he wanted to ask, and waited for the audio to be transmitted simultaneously.

"Audi, the Audi of the Bachlul gang, you know it."

Fenster wanted to shake his head and deny it with difficulty, but as soon as he had the thought, he met Su Yuyang's unfathomable cold eyes.

The intimidating pressure instantly enveloped his entire body, causing him to freeze instinctively. He dared not hesitate for a moment longer and hurriedly nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you looking for Audi? I can help you! He's currently wanted by the Dubai government throughout the country."

Su Yuyang didn't bother with Fenster's deliberate words and feigned flattery. He knew perfectly well that it was this man's subordinates who had led the attack on the desert manor.

"Who intercepted that entire cargo of Audis halfway through the journey?"

Upon hearing the question from the phone, Fenster froze on the sofa, a look of fear flashing across his face, followed by a struggle and conflict.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, a strange numbness swept over his body again, and his body suddenly trembled violently uncontrollably as if he had been electrocuted.

"I don't know, I don't know~"

Fenster still harbored a glimmer of hope and wanted to keep quiet and conceal the truth.

He couldn't figure out the relationship between the mysterious man in front of him and Audi, but he knew perfectly well that the entire ship of arms had been secretly intercepted by the Dubai government.

If he rashly reveals the truth and offends the imperial court, he will have no place to stand in Dubai and will have no place to stay.

Just as he gritted his teeth and was determined to hold on to the end, the cold voice on the phone rang out again.

"The Kinahhan Group can't be run by just one person. I don't believe we can't find someone else. There will always be someone willing to tell me the truth."

As soon as the voice on the phone finished speaking, a strange current, several times stronger than before, suddenly surged into Fenster's body.

His skin and flesh twitched incessantly, every hair on his body stood on end, and a chill and numbness instantly permeated his entire being.

Fenster's facial features were violently distorted and displaced, completely changing his appearance.

An indescribable, excruciating pain pierced his brain and skull, and a surge of torment swept over his entire body, making him feel as if he were dying.

"I...I said...it was Captain Ankpo of the Coast Guard who did it..."

His teeth chattered, and his voice was broken and intermittent, filled with extreme fear and torment as he struggled to utter the truth.

The moment he uttered that name, Fenster deflated like a punctured bladder, all his strength drained away, and he collapsed limply onto the sofa, no longer able to muster the slightest energy to struggle or resist.

The cold voice came through the phone again.

"Call Ankpo and arrange for him to come out."

Fenster's previously unfocused pupils suddenly sharpened, staring intently at the dark figure, a storm raging in his heart.

He never expected that this mysterious figure, who appeared out of nowhere, would dare to directly provoke the Dubai military.

"Hurry up if you don't want to die!"

Sensing the undisguised murderous intent in Su Yuyang's eyes, Fenster felt a chill in his heart and dared not delay for even a moment.

He struggled to turn to his side, half of his body slumped on the sofa, and with trembling hands reached for the phone beside him, hurriedly dialing a private, hidden number.

.....

Beep beep~ Beep beep~ Beep beep~~

Deep within a secluded and luxurious private estate, beside a uniquely designed outdoor swimming pool, several portly men, holding wine glasses, gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing in hushed tones.

Amidst the turquoise waters of the swimming pool, more than a dozen slender blonde women in bikinis strolled back and forth, attentively serving wine and food to a group of dignitaries on the shore, creating a scene of extravagance and ostentation.

In the middle of the pool, there were many blonde beauties swaying their bodies, deliberately showing off their graceful figures, plotting to use their looks to climb the social ladder and climb to the top.

Ankebo sat alone in the corner, coldly glancing at the frivolous, greasy, and indulgent dignitaries by the pool, and expressionlessly stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers.

As a captain in the Coast Guard, faced with such extravagant and decadent banquets of the powerful and wealthy, he could only sit forlornly in a corner, unable to integrate into that elite circle, and not even qualified to formally sit down and chat.

After the call was cut off four times in a row, Ankebo sensed that strange looks were frequently falling on him, revealing a hint of scrutiny and suspicion.

His anger surged, and he had already cursed Fernster countless times in his heart.

The fifth phone call rang again. Ankebo looked helpless and could only force a polite smile at the young woman in front of him.

The woman with long, wavy red hair was alluring. She winked playfully at Ankebo, swayed gracefully, and turned to walk towards another table of dignitaries.

Anker sighed inwardly, shook his head helplessly, turned and left the noisy banquet area, stepping into a quiet corner of the manor's garden. He took out his phone, his brows furrowed, silently considering how to phrase his reply.

The sheer number of weapons owned by Audi on that ship was staggering, worth tens of millions of US dollars.

Ankebo was calculating in his mind, secretly figuring out how much benefit he could squeeze out of Fenster, so that he could use this windfall to pave the way for his career and seek a promotion.

"Hey, what's up?"

Ankebo suppressed his impatience and anger, deliberately softened his tone, and asked in a calm manner.

A weak, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Come here right now, I have something good here, much more valuable than Audi's entire ship of weapons."

Upon hearing that the value far exceeded that of the entire ship of arms, Ankebo's heart stirred instantly, and greed arose.

But then he heard the weak and feeble voice of the voice, and he immediately became alert and asked the question hesitantly.

"Why does your voice sound so weak? Have you been indulging in beautiful women all day and worn yourself out?"

I don't have time for that matter right now. Let's discuss it in person tomorrow after I'm done with my work.

Ankerbo had more important business to attend to tonight, and had to entertain that important person. He had no time to chat with Fenster about any new business.

Where are you now? I'm coming to find you.

Sensing the stubbornness in Fens's tone, Ankerbo frowned sharply, and his previously deliberately gentle tone instantly turned cold.

"Has something happened to you?"

"What could possibly happen to me? I'm perfectly fine."

Audi has now disappeared without a trace, and our group now has a monopoly.

The main issue is that a new batch of goods arrived, and they are high-quality goods from Audi's upstream channels, which they are eager to sell and cash out.

If you're not interested, then I'll find someone else to collaborate with.

Ankebo frowned deeply, keenly noticing the unusual weakness in Fenst's tone, and also discerning the deliberate inducement and probing hidden in his words.

Ankerbo pulled out another cigar, lit it, took a deep drag, and scanned his surroundings warily.

As he slowly exhaled the smoke, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he had already made up his mind.

This problem must be completely resolved.

He secretly wondered who this mysterious figure was who could have driven Fenst into such a desperate situation.

If it weren't for the subtle flaws and oddities in his earlier words, Ankebo would have almost believed that a rare new batch of goods had arrived.

He stubbed out the cigar between his fingers, his gaze deep as he pondered inwardly.

"Since Audi's upstream suppliers can get their hands on FENTER, there's no guarantee they won't investigate me next time. This kind of potential threat must not be allowed to remain."

He quickly gave Fenster an address, then turned and strode towards the depths of the manor.

I must inform that important person first, as I have been unexpectedly entangled in an urgent matter and need to leave immediately to deal with it.

"So we used the excuse of discovering a batch of smuggled weapons, which suited their tastes perfectly."

This high-ranking leader always falls for this kind of thing; once he hears there's new merchandise, he certainly won't make things difficult.

On the other side, Su Yuyang had heard every word of their conversation and had already figured out the agreed meeting place.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze once again falling heavily on Fenst.

A deep, playful voice slowly drifted from the phone.

"I hope you're not lying to me~"

Seeing that he could escape by sheer luck, Fenster's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he let out a long breath. A hint of relief and joy flashed across his eyes.

But the next second, something unexpected happened!

A tremendous force suddenly gripped his neck and twisted it sharply.

Enster's pupils contracted sharply, and he stared in despair at the figure that vanished in an instant. His body went limp, and he lost all life.

At the same moment, a strange black arc of electricity suddenly flashed across everyone's cell phones and various communication devices in the manor, and in an instant, the signal was cut off, and they fell into complete silence.

A moment later, a woman's shrill scream suddenly pierced the silence of the night from the room with its tightly closed French windows.

"Dead! Dead! Atest~~~"

The woman was completely naked, staring blankly at the lifeless body beside her, its neck twisted. A strange excitement flashed in her eyes.

In the blink of an eye, she rushed toward the safe in the corner of the room.

......

On a corner of Dubai’s waterfront, a car is parked quietly by the roadside, just a stone’s throw from the naval port.

Five sentries were lurking in the shadows. The salty sea breeze howled past, ruffling the hair of the man in military uniform and instantly dispelling the lingering smell of smoke inside the car.

Ankebo had been standing in the car for less than a quarter of an hour when the car door was suddenly pulled open.

He instinctively drew his gun, pointing it instantly at his back, but when he turned around, there was nothing there, not even a single person in sight.

Just as he gripped his pistol and was about to scan his surroundings, an invisible force suddenly struck, dragging him out of the car and slamming him straight into the vast sea.

His figure soared through the air, leaving a fleeting afterimage on the beach.

Ankebo was about to call for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He exerted all his strength, his right fingers gripping the trigger tightly, but no matter how hard he tried, the trigger wouldn't budge, as if it were imprisoned.

Just as Ankebo was forcibly pulled out of the car, his seatbelt snapped silently without making a sound.

"Gurgle~ gurgle~ gurgle~"

Despair gripped his mind in an instant, and he silently plunged into the icy sea.

At this moment, Ankebo's mind went blank, completely unable to understand what kind of strange and terrifying power he had encountered.

Only one thought remained in his mind: he wished he could curse Fenster a thousand times over from head to toe, his heart filled with endless resentment and regret.

Its body sank uncontrollably into the deep sea, unable to break free.

Ankebo tried desperately to break free of the sea and swim upwards, but his body was dragged down by an invisible force, and he could only sink straight down.

My mouth and nose were already filled with salty, pungent seawater, and a feeling of suffocation swept over my entire body.

Just then, a brute force suddenly struck from the deep sea, violently pulling him out of the water and onto the surface.

"Huff~ Huff~ Huff~"

He gasped for fresh air greedily, about to scream for help, when a chilling despair washed over him once more. His body was completely out of his control, and he plummeted straight down into the sea.

Ankebo had barely opened his mouth when the cry for help was forced into his throat by the icy, salty seawater, which made him choke and suffocate.

The salty, fishy seawater rushed back up from the corners of my mouth, down my throat, and into my internal organs.

Like a stone statue, he could only watch helplessly as his body sank deeper and deeper into the dark sea.

This time, Ankebo could no longer tell how deep he had sunk into the sea. When he looked up, all he could see was a thick, inky blackness above him.

Just as the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming his mind and his consciousness was on the verge of complete collapse, that invisible, lurking force suddenly struck, like an unseen hand, violently pulling him out of the deep, cold seabed and up into the water.

"Gulp...cough...ha..."

At that moment, Ankpo finally managed to regain some control of his body.

He coughed violently, gushing out mouthfuls of seawater from his chest cavity, his whole body trembling from being soaked in the icy water.

He looked up and gazed around blankly, his eyes filled with utter despair.

He was shaken to his core, completely unable to comprehend what kind of bizarre and unpredictable trouble he had gotten himself into.

Just as I was feeling lost and helpless, a cell phone suddenly slowly rose from the sea not far away. It floated quietly between the waves, defying all logic, so silent and eerie that it sent chills down my spine.

"Did you send people to hijack that batch of weapons from Audi?"

"Who...who are you?!"

Ankebo's eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared intently at the phone floating on the sea surface, his voice trembling.

But before he could finish speaking, that cold, invisible force suddenly attacked, violently dragging him back into the deep, icy seawater.

"I...I...I...am me!"

Ankebo struggled and sank in the icy seawater, his words slurred and incoherent, his eyes surging with an intense, desperate will to survive, filled with fear and pleading.

"Very good, just answer my questions honestly."

A chilling, ethereal voice slowly drifted from the phone, echoing softly across the sea.

Ankebo sank into the seawater, nodding frantically, his face full of humble pleading, hoping that the other party would have mercy and pull him out of this cold, bone-chilling deep sea.

As if divinely inspired by his heartfelt plea, an invisible, immense force suddenly descended, gently lifting Ankebo, who was floating in the deep sea, back to the surface.

"Huff... huff..."

Ankebo gasped for breath greedily, his chest heaving violently.

His eyes were completely filled with deep despair, and he dared not have any other thoughts. He could only stand stiffly, staring at the strangely floating phone on the sea, not daring to move an inch.

The cold sea light shimmered with a faint, pale white glow, and the phone hung there, seemingly unsupported, about half a foot above the surface.

The device was covered with a thin layer of mist, and the screen was completely black, without any light, like a closed, empty eye, silently facing itself.

Surrounded by undulating waves, it remained completely still, defying all logic and exuding an eerie, deathly stillness, as if it were not an inanimate object, but a mysterious entity lurking on the surface of the sea.

"You...I...I..."

Ankebo's jaw trembled uncontrollably, his voice shakily broken, and his words kept circling around his lips, unable to form a complete sentence.

A chilling fear gripped his mind, freezing him in the seawater, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were fixed on the floating phone, and he dared not even breathe loudly, his heart filled with nothing but deep-seated terror and helplessness.

"Return that shipment to Audi."

A cold voice drifted from the phone, devoid of any emotion.

Ankebo's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah?"

That batch of weapons had already fallen into the hands of the military and was like a stone sinking into the sea; there was no possibility of it being returned.

He floated on the sea, stunned, his heart churning with turbulent emotions. He felt that the request was utterly absurd, yet he was firmly restrained by an invisible pressure, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.

Despite his inner turmoil, Ankebo dared not disobey in the slightest.

He nodded hastily, his tone filled with fear and obsequiousness.

"Don't worry! I will definitely find a way to return that batch of goods to Mr. Audi intact, and I will not dare to make the slightest mistake!"

"But... I really don't know where Mr. Audi is right now."

Ankebo spoke timidly, his tone full of fear and embarrassment.

Ever since the military seized Audi's weapons, and the Dubai government took the opportunity to crack down on the Bahrul gang within its borders, Audi completely disappeared without a trace after the storm subsided, as if he had vanished into thin air, with no way of finding out his whereabouts.

"Go to the Dubai police department and get Alfa out on bail. He has a way to contact Audi."

The chilling voice fell softly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Ankebo quickly made a mental calculation.

It's far easier to bail out a person from the police station than to get the military to return the weapons they've already acquired.

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded vigorously, his face filled with a fawning and obsequious expression, and readily agreed.

"I'm only giving you one day."

The voice on the phone fell silent in an instant, and the eerie pressure dissipated as well.

The next second, Ankpo's body sank, and he fell heavily into the sea with a splash.

With the restraints suddenly released, he finally regained control of his body.

He hurriedly turned his head and looked around, but the sea was empty and the strange cell phone was nowhere to be seen.

Still shaken, he dared not linger. He struggled with all his might, waving his limbs frantically and desperately toward the shore.

As soon as he climbed onto the beach, Ankebo was completely exhausted and collapsed onto the warm sand.

He lay sprawled out, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, his soaked clothes clinging to his skin, and his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

The exhaustion and lingering fear of surviving the ordeal were intertwined, as if I had just struggled back to earth from the edge of hell, my heart still tightly enveloped by a bone-chilling cold and fear.

Ankebo looked up at the dark night sky, his eyes filled with melancholy and anxiety.

He knew in his heart that there was no way out at the moment, and he had to take risks and find a way to quietly get the batch of weapons that were detained in the naval port out again.

This inevitably requires dealing with and managing relationships with various figures.

After resting for only ten minutes, Ankebo struggled to his feet from the beach, his steps unsteady and faltering. Still damp and cold from the seawater and filled with lingering fear, he staggered toward the car ahead.

After finally managing to squeeze into the car in a disheveled state, Ankebo slumped down for a moment before grabbing his phone and making several calls in quick succession, issuing instructions one by one in a hurried tone and methodically arranging the follow-up matters.

Once everything was in place, he took a deep breath, suppressed the unease surging in his heart, started the car, and sped off towards the lakeside estate with a whooshing sound from the wheels.

......

The next morning, as the morning light streamed in through the window, Su Yuyang leisurely got out of bed.

After last night's reprimand and intimidation, he was certain that the captain would not dare to take any chances and would obediently carry out the tasks he had been given.

As for Audi, he had already made up his mind.

Once Alpha is released from the police station, it will go looking for Audi on its own without anyone urging it, so there's no need for me to put in any extra effort.

After a quick breakfast, he immediately sent messages to Mengsheng, Mian Xiaomian, and the others, inviting them to meet at the coffee shop on the 30th floor.

This Armani café boasts an elegant open-air terrace, offering panoramic views of half of Dubai's vibrant cityscape.

Looking up into the distance, you can see the shimmering sea, where the city and the sea complement each other, creating a wide and open vista.

Mian Xiaomian sat stiffly beside the black stone table, her posture slightly awkward.

Having spent the last few days touring Dubai, she had already personally experienced the luxury and expense of the hotels she stayed in.

The young boss in front of us was incredibly generous, covering all the airfare and accommodation for this group of people who came for interviews.

Such a lavish style of behavior made her feel increasingly reserved, and she also secretly felt a sense of awe and amazement.

Five people were invited to the interview.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Su Yuyang simply invited all five of them together for a face-to-face meeting.

He calmly swept his gaze over the crowd and got straight to the point.

"Tell me, in your opinion, what is the core responsibility of a game producer?"

When she was the first one called on for questioning, Mian Xiaomian's heart tightened suddenly, and a sense of tension instantly surged through her body.

She used to be just a small project executive producer at the Antarctic plant, always following orders from her superiors and never having any experience in independently managing projects.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

Mian Xiaomian spoke cautiously and earnestly.

"I think the producer is the person primarily responsible for a game and should bear full responsibility for the success or failure of the project."

From the initial project initiation, defining the product segment, conducting competitor analysis, to user positioning and selection, every step must be carefully managed.

She paused, then added:

"In addition, we also need to coordinate all departments, including planning, programming, art, testing, operations, marketing and business, to ensure that each link is connected smoothly."

At the end, she adopted a more humble tone and added a sentence with a hint of reverence.

"But ultimately, all of this depends on your ideas; you are the one in charge of the company."

Mian Xiaomian took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on Su Yuyang. Seeing that he was calm and did not interrupt her, she mustered her courage and continued to explain her understanding of the role of a game producer.

Mengsheng and the other four sat quietly to the side, listening attentively.

This was the first time they had ever encountered a situation where five people were interviewed at the same time and asked questions on the spot. They were filled with curiosity and trepidation, and couldn't help but stare intently at each other.

If they weren't currently in the glitz and glamour of Dubai, witnessing such top-notch scenery and grandeur firsthand, almost everyone would doubt whether this young Mr. Su was a fraud.

After listening to Mian Xiaomian's explanation, Su Yuyang nodded slightly.

In fact, he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the specific responsibilities of a game producer, but that didn't matter. All he needed to do was hire people who were obedient, could work on projects according to his ideas, and could coordinate the entire team.

He then turned to look at Mengsheng beside him and spoke in a calm tone.

"Then tell me, how do you understand game design?"

Seeing that Su Yuyang remained silent after listening and showed no intention of immediately finalizing the hiring decision, Mian Xiaomian's heart tightened instantly, and she felt a surge of panic.

She was about to ask a question when she saw Su Yuyang turn to look at Mengsheng beside her and begin to ask questions. She had no choice but to swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue, suppressing her anxiety and unease, and quietly sit down to wait for what would happen next.

"The core of game design is creating gameplay and building content."

She spoke calmly and clearly, narrating her story in a logical and engaging manner.

"My main responsibility is to gradually fill in the overall gameplay and storyline to support the entire game framework."

Setting up system rules, configuring core values, designing level progression, writing story scripts, planning operational events, and scheduling item drops and production—these are all part of a game designer's job.

"The main thing is to take the direction set by the producer and turn it into specific gameplay rules."

After listening to Meng Sheng's explanation, Su Yuyang immediately turned his gaze to Li Qishen, who was standing to the side.

"And you."

Li Qishen composed himself and quickly replied.

"The core job of a project director is to control the overall progress of game development, streamline all processes, keep a close eye on the project pace, and coordinate and manage the process at any time to ensure that development does not falter or fall behind schedule."

"In addition, timely reporting is essential. I will report any difficulties or obstacles the team encounters to you as soon as possible, so that you can keep track of the real progress and problems of the entire project at any time."

When Li Qishen spoke, his tone betrayed a hint of restraint and nervousness.

He came to apply for the job with a gambler's mentality, and he already had a plan in mind.

Even if I don't get accepted in the end, at least I've traveled to Dubai, so it's worth the trip and I won't lose out.

Su Yuyang's gaze slowly swept over the remaining two people: Xu Michao, who specialized in technology research and development, and Mu Lili, who was in charge of art production.

After listening to their self-introductions, Xu Michao immediately displayed the results of his past research and development projects, and Mu Lili also laid out the original artworks she had handled.

A series of exquisite engineering cases and high-quality original artworks came into view, allowing Su Yuyang, who had worked as a low-level programmer at Shihuang Games, to truly witness the strength of the industry's top experts.

After the two finished their presentations, Su Yuyang remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips, as he slowly swept his gaze over the five people present.

He spoke in a calm and straightforward tone.

"As you all probably know, the approval process for game licenses in China is very strict now."

To ensure the game generates consistent profits and the company's long-term healthy development, we plan to directly develop a global game targeting the global market.

"Our game is not only for the domestic market, but will also be launched on Steam, aiming for global distribution."

Mian Xiaomian boldly ventured forward to speak, her tone straightforward and earnest.

"Mr. Su, do you have any projects in mind that you'd like to consider?"

She knew very well that this question was a direct attempt to understand Su Yuyang's true thoughts and what kind of game he wanted to make.

The other four people all turned their gazes toward Su Yuyang, their hearts filled with curiosity, eager to hear what kind of game this CEO Su was planning to create.

"There are only a few types of games that are currently popular in China. You can use these as a reference."

As for what type it will ultimately be, I don't care.

For Su Yuyang, making this game had nothing to do with sentiment or gameplay. What he really wanted was a legitimate project shell to quietly and legally transfer huge sums of US dollars from overseas into China.

And in-game purchases are precisely the safest and most perfect way.

He only needs to pretend to be an overseas player and make large in-game purchases to legally transfer overseas funds into China without anyone noticing, thanks to this system.

Of course, this is just an alternative approach.

If this path doesn't work out, he can simply take action and acquire an existing domestic game company.

In this way, he could use this domestic game company as a springboard to quietly unfold his plans and secretly lay out his strategies for other major industries.

"This~"

Everyone was stunned when they heard Su Yuyang's idea.

Even their own boss hadn't figured out what kind of game they wanted to make. For a moment, everyone felt lost, looking at each other blankly, completely clueless.

"Okay, you guys first come up with the game proposal. If the proposal is fine, we'll start the project right away."

As for salary and benefits, we'll offer the highest possible terms, based entirely on your resumes.

Upon hearing this, the five people looked at each other in surprise, all caught off guard.

Mian Xiaomian was secretly annoyed. In order to secure this job, she had deliberately kept her salary expectations very low, only daring to ask for an annual salary of 1.5 million.

She glanced at the other four people subconsciously and noticed that their expressions were somewhat strange.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Su!"

The five people bowed in unison to express their gratitude.

Su Yuyang waved his hand and said casually.

"Alright, if you don't want to stay in Dubai any longer, you can go back to China anytime."

I've already asked Lao Ji to find an office space, but it's not finished being renovated yet.

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"After you get back, you can work from home for now. If anyone wants to stay in Dubai for a few more days to relax, there's no need to rush. Just make the arrangements at your own pace."

Everyone was secretly delighted, already convinced that they had been officially hired, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

At this moment, Meng Sheng, who was sitting on the outermost side, couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked.

"Mr. Su, are you planning to stay in Dubai for an extended period?"

The situation in the Middle East is already volatile, especially around the Strait of Hormuz, where the situation is even more tense.

These past few days, the five of them have been staying in the hotel, and they can often hear the faint roar of artillery shells exploding from the direction of the strait, which makes their hearts inexplicably tense.

"I?"

Su Yuyang paused slightly, his expression indifferent, and replied casually.

"We'll see how things go. I might stay here for a while."

Seeing that Su Yuyang's tone was vague and he was unwilling to elaborate, all five of them understood the situation and dared not ask any more questions.

The six then had lunch together. The Armani Hotel's signature dishes were laid out on the table, with delicacies from land and sea displayed before them. The group thoroughly enjoyed a luxurious and sumptuous meal.

Halfway through the banquet, when the atmosphere was at its most lively, Su Yuyang's phone suddenly popped up with a message notification.

He immediately gave the five people an apologetic smile and nodded slightly before turning around and returning to his room alone.

Watching Su Yuyang's departing figure, Mu Lili secretly turned her head to glance at him, winked at Mian Xiaomian, and then moved to sit down next to her.

"Xiao Mian, don't you think our CEO Su is too mysterious? Could he be a top-tier, hidden tycoon from the Middle East?"

"Whether he's a tycoon or not is hard to say, but I actually think he's a bit foolish."

Li Qishen, who had a technical background, swallowed the seafood in his mouth and said vaguely, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"They spent so much money to build us up, but they don't even have a clear idea of ​​what kind of game they want to make."

"He was lucky to have met a reliable group like us. If it had been one of those third-rate R&D teams in Tianfu District, the investment would probably have been completely swindled out of them long ago."

"That's right. Didn't that well-known R&D studio in Tianfu District recently ruin a listed company in Futian District?"

"I've heard about it too. Apparently, they swindled tens of millions!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the five of them immediately started talking, chatting enthusiastically about all sorts of secrets and gossip in the gaming world.

Meanwhile, Su Yuyang returned to his room alone, tapped his phone screen lightly, and quietly replied to messages.

A message from Audi popped up on the screen:

[Sir, this is Audi. Are you in Dubai right now? Henry gave me your number.]

[I'm so sorry, sir. It was my fault for not handling things properly. The goods you ordered were seized by the military.]

Su Yuyang lowered his eyes to look at the words that kept popping up on the screen, his expression calm and composed. He calmly typed out four words:

[Desert Manor]