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That person's appearance came without any warning.

One second the space was empty, the next he was sitting there. He didn't walk in from outside, he didn't stand up from the chair, he just appeared out of thin air... like a painting being slowly unveiled, revealing a pattern that had been drawn beforehand.

He was a man who looked extremely clean.

He wore a well-tailored dark suit, a white shirt, and a dark red tie, each button neatly fastened. His hair was meticulously combed, even his sideburns were trimmed clean-cut. His face wasn't exactly handsome, but he possessed a striking and unforgettable quality... clean-cut.

It wasn't the kind of cleanliness you get from shower gel or laundry detergent; it was a cleanliness that emanated from within, as if it had been repeatedly washed by something, untouched by dust. His fingers were long and slender, white, with neatly trimmed nails. On his right index finger was a silver ring with patterns engraved on the face of it that Su Mu couldn't understand.

He sat behind the stone table, his hands clasped on the surface, his gaze sweeping over Su Mu and Lin Yuwei, a faint, perfectly measured smile playing on his lips. Neither enthusiastic nor indifferent, neither probing nor scrutinizing, he simply observed.

"Welcome." His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the enclosed space, carrying a deep and gentle quality like a cello. "This is my secret realm. I call it... the Roulette Realm. The name doesn't mean anything; you can call me Number Seven. A number, a code name, interpret it however you like."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Su Mu and Lin Yuwei for a moment, then shook his head slightly, his smile deepening.

"Two people... that's a bit few. But it'll do."

Su Mu remained silent. His hands hung at his sides, fingers slightly bent, poised to summon his spear at any moment. Although he knew that in this unknown place, facing this unknown opponent, whether he could even summon the spear was questionable, he did not relax.

"Secret Realm, Roulette..." Number Seven murmured the two words, as if savoring their meaning. "My secret realm is different from others. There are no monsters, no mazes, nothing that you need to hack and slash with your swords and guns. There is only a table, a few guns, and one rule."

He paused abruptly at this point.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Su Mu and Lin Yuwei, looking in a direction behind them. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, not with the faint, formulaic smile he had shown before, but with a more genuine and slightly surprised expression.

"Oh?" His voice held a hint of interest. "There are guests too."

Su Mu's brows furrowed sharply. He turned his head and followed Number Seven's gaze.

On the other side of the space, the air began to distort. Not the silvery-white ripples found outside the secret realm, but a deeper, more profound ripple, like the surface of water stirred up. A figure emerged from the ripples, then a second, a third, a fourth… one after another, as if an invisible hand had pushed them out of that invisible door.

In the blink of an eye, there were nearly twenty people.

They appeared in different postures.

Some people emerged already half-crouched, weapons in hand, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily; others stumbled before regaining their balance, their faces still showing lingering confusion; still others glanced back at the empty space behind them, as if trying to confirm if the door was still there. But everyone had one thing in common... When they saw the space clearly, saw Number Seven behind the stone table, saw Su Mu and Lin Yuwei, their bodies visibly stiffened.

Su Mu's gaze swept quickly over the group. There were just over twenty people, well-equipped, and their positions were loose but vaguely showed signs of being divided into groups... They were not a disorganized mob, but rather a group.

The leader was a man in his forties, wearing a dark tactical jacket, a pistol at his waist, and carrying an iron cage. Inside the cage curled up an injured pangolin, its scales stained with dried blood. His features weren't particularly striking, but he possessed an unforgettable air... composed, reserved, like a sword sheathed. Even standing there doing nothing, he gave off the feeling that "this person is not simple."

Su Mu didn't know this person, but someone who could raise a team of twenty people in the apocalypse and still command respect was no ordinary person.

Behind the man, the crowd subtly split into several small groups. A woman with a cool and aloof demeanor stood on the left-hand side of the group, arms crossed, her gaze darting back and forth between Number Seven and Su Mu, her brows slightly furrowed. He Lin. Her position revealed her identity... not Zhang Peng's subordinate, but more like an employee or collaborator.

Behind her stood four or five people, their positions loose but maintaining a subtle understanding, coordinating without words. Su Mu guessed that this was an independent squad.

On the other side, two men standing together caught Su Mu's attention. One was burly, with a half-person-high alloy shield slung over his left arm, standing there silently like a wall.

The other was half a head shorter than him, but with longer arms and thick knuckles, wielding a short-handled battle axe. Zhao Gang and Zhao Qiang stood together, like complementary gears... one defending, the other attacking. Behind them were three more people, standing ramrod straight, their gazes resolute, but with something Su Mu recognized in their eyes... not loyalty, but gratitude. This squad's cohesion was stronger than the previous one.

The rest of the people stood around Zhang Peng. He was part of his direct subordinate team.

With just one glance, Su Mu got a general idea of ​​the composition of these people: one core group and two external support teams.

This setup indicates that this man is not a ragtag group assembled on a whim; he has resources, influence, and something that can make these people work for him.

Zhang Peng's people also saw Su Mu and Lin Yuwei.

The two groups of people, separated by an invisible line, sized each other up.

A subtle tension rose in the air... not hostility, but the instinctive wariness between strangers. No one spoke, but everyone's hands were on their weapons.

"Twenty-three people." Number Seven's voice broke the silence, carrying a genuine, heartfelt joy. "It's much livelier here today than usual."

Zhang Peng's gaze shifted from Number Seven to Su Mu, then back to Number Seven. He didn't speak, but simply tilted his head slightly. The people behind him immediately dispersed, forming a semi-circle, neither appearing aggressive nor leaving any opportunity for the other party to take advantage.