Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 109: All flash and no substance, one shot and he's gone.

The art museum stood quietly in the night.

There were many security personnel wearing headsets at the entrance, forming a human wall to stop the group of people who looked vicious.

The Crimson Flame Gang?

Yang Hui seemed to have some recollection of it. He took out his phone and searched on the official app, and the information he obtained confirmed his idea.

This is a grassroots organization that bands together for mutual support. Most of the members are below level 10. The Administration Bureau's assessment of this group is: a den of snakes and rats, not worth considering, a group of people who rely entirely on random terms to dream, with very weak strength.

Of course, this applies to a massive state apparatus like the Administration.

The grassroots organizations were a mixed bag, with all sorts of people, from knives and guns to onions and garlic.

The Crimson Flame Gang is at most a Zhangqiu scallion; although it's a bit longer and thicker than a regular scallion, it's still a scallion.

The Art Museum is a game instance that requires a minimum level of 10 to enter, and it can wipe out a large number of members of the Crimson Flame Gang.

I don't know what these people are doing blocking this place. If you don't have the required level, you can't get in either.

Yang Hui originally wanted to discreetly walk around them, as there was no need to clash with these people.

But! Huang Ying cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Hey handsome guy in the gray suit! I've been waiting for you for ages! Come on in!"

Yang Hui's forehead was covered in black lines, and he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Crimson Flame Gang first looked at their own attire, then at the people around them.

To be frank, among these people, who could be associated with the words "suit" and "handsome guy"?

"I'm talking about this bastard!" A troublemaker pouted and pointed at Yang Hui behind him.

Suddenly, the group surrounded him, forming several layers, each of them looking at him with hostility.

Yang Hui didn't move, his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent, as if everyone around him was just a radish or cabbage.

Huang Ying leaned against the art museum door, put two pink chewing gums on the back of her hand, flicked them into her mouth, and smiled slyly as she looked at Yang Hui, who was surrounded.

Sir, it wouldn't be fun if you simply revealed your Bureau identity and got away with it.

Yang Hui seemed to understand her meaning, and kept his hands in his pockets without moving.

He also remembered Huang Li telling him to curb their arrogance a little.

After all, they gave so much money, so just consider it as taking care of the child.

The bald man with a scorpion tattoo on the back of his head squeezed in, and said to Yang Hui with an unfriendly expression, "You know the people inside, kid?"

The bald man had already made up his mind to use this person to establish his authority. Faced with this situation, most people certainly wouldn't admit it.

"Yes, I'll be going in in a bit."

Yang Hui's honesty backfired.

"You—" The bald man pointed at Yang Hui for a few seconds without saying a word.

Seeing this, those around shouted, "Get some distance! He wants to fight someone one-on-one!"

The crowd dispersed and formed a circle, with the two people about ten meters apart.

"Sigh! No—" The bald man swallowed back his words. He had only become a leader in the last two days by relying on his rank. If he didn't step up now, how would he survive in the Crimson Flame Gang in the future?

The bald man was forced to step in.

He flicked his right hand and grasped a Persian scimitar from thin air, drawing gasps from those around him.

It seems that even a weapon or prop is a rare item in their eyes.

Most people don't have it.

The bald man was very serious. He spun his wrist a few times, tossed it into the air, switched it to his left hand, and spun it around his head a few more times.

It didn't look like any particularly sophisticated swordsmanship, but it still managed to elicit gasps of surprise from them.

"Bang!"

The bald man fell to the ground with a thud.

The people around were so frightened that they immediately took two or three steps back, looking down at the bald man and then at the person opposite.

Yang Hui looked impatient, bent his arm, made a gun gesture with his hand, raised his finger close, blew a light puff, and then put it back in his pocket, as if putting away a gun holster.

"Fancy and gaudy."

The rest of the people were stunned, letting Yang Hui walk through the crowd and make way for them.

The bald man let out a wail: "Everyone, attack together! Don't let him get away!"

The others realized what was happening and, brandishing steel pipes, were about to step forward menacingly.

Yang Hui turned around, pulled his hands out of his pockets, and pressed them down.

The crowd instantly took two steps back, as if Yang Hui possessed some kind of magic.

Yang Hui pointed to the art museum behind him and said, "The minimum level to participate in this game's instance is 10. You're all level 10?"

Almost everyone shook their heads blankly.

"Then why did you rush in? You'll be kicked out once the game instance opens."

They all looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who sent you?" Yang Hui continued to ask.

Everyone looked at the bald man lying on the ground.

The bald man lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Then I don't need to say anything more." Yang Hui turned around, bypassed the security guard, and walked towards the entrance of the art museum.

A cacophony of noise erupted behind me.

"I told you, last time I followed you into a game instance, you successfully participated, but I got kicked out! You even lied and said it was just bad luck."

"So game dungeons have different lowest levels?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either. I've only participated in the lowest level game instances."

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Baldy stared resentfully at Yang Hui's back, thinking to himself: When you get out, you'll have to walk alone at night sometime, won't you?

This rule, which is almost universally known within the Administration, is surprisingly unknown to many people.

It seems that no matter what era, there will always be a group of hooligans who don't understand social rules and do nothing all day long.

Yang Hui walked up to Huang Ying, who leaned against the door and stepped aside to make way for her.

"Come in, we've been waiting for you."

Huang Ying chewed her gum and seemed quite welcoming.

Yang Hui asked, "Just you? Where's your brother?"

"My brother said he wanted to familiarize himself with the terrain, but I felt like he was just wandering around aimlessly." Huang Ying also didn't hold back in criticizing Huang Cen.

The two of them walked in one after the other.

Little did they know, a figure high up in the art museum had witnessed the entire scene unfold.

The hall was bright and spacious, with all the lights on, shining down from the ceiling and making the marble slabs gleam. The walls were snow-white, and several huge landscape paintings and a very eye-catching Yinglong relief were hanging on the walls.

Several circular corridors branch off to the left, right, and front, leading in three directions: the painting area, the plaster sculpture area, and the general collection area in front.

"Is it just the two of you in this game instance?" Yang Hui noticed that there were guards at the entrance of the art museum.

Huang Ying nodded and said, "Yes, this was bought from the Administration Bureau by our Huang family. Unlike companies and groups, we can't cooperate with the Administration Bureau. We don't have that kind of power."

"So that's how it can be done."

Most of the E-rank dungeons outside are now unregulated, and the public can participate freely. However, the current D-rank countdown game dungeons are still not open.

These kinds of game instances are usually cleared by reserve personnel or by invited groups of skilled individuals.

The Bureau's goal is still to clear the level as much as possible, since if you fail, there is a chance that monsters will appear.

Therefore, priority is given to reserve personnel, and only if there is a shortage of manpower will outsourcing be considered to private individuals or wealthy people.

You can earn extra money, but you have to ensure a high probability of success.

By controlling the game's dungeons, the official team essentially controls how experience points are acquired.

Although this carries a layer of responsibility, in order to maintain order, the clearance rate in the North City must be above 80%.