Fast Travel: Strategies and Counter-Strikes

Chapter 3 Competition of Nine Gold Medal Hosts

At this moment, the moment when Ming Hua indifferently turned off the phone was projected in the dark office of the system world, she was frozen in a beautiful expression, with a pair of narrow and charming red phoenix eyes half-squinted, with a faint mole of tears under the corners of her eyes, the sun shining on her white face On the face, such as a beautiful scenery is pleasing to the eye.

"Failed again?"

The five people present were all silent, aware of this fact, but unwilling to accept it.

The system administrator who spoke just now rubbed his temple sadly, "Do you have to start that plan?"

"It seems that there is really no way... The target mission has been awakened. As time goes by, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to clear it." The administrator sitting opposite calmly analyzed.

In this quiet atmosphere, even breathing is always carried out.

The other four cast their burning eyes on the highest administrator, Mr. Rid, who has absolute control over the entire system. Breathing lightly, the wrist exposed on the cuff was a piece of clear white jade.

"Sir Rid..." Someone next to him came over and touched him lightly.

Rid slowly woke up from his sleep. Under the dim light, his eyes were half-closed in melancholy, and he looked at the four of them lazily. There was a faint blush on his fair cheeks, and his pupils were dazzling purple, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

"What's the matter? We're done chatting." Rid asked lazily with his chin resting on one hand, his voice clear and magnetic.

"Well, we think it's time to start that plan? So, I want to ask you, my lord."

"Oh, yes." Rid said casually, with a faint smile on his lips, alienated and lazy. "Call the nine of them over."

After finishing speaking, Rid's eyes fell on the frozen face of Minghua, and he covered his mouth and yawned.

This woman seems to have caused a lot of trouble.

The nine gold-medal hosts in the system, veterans who have experienced thousands of missions, have ridiculously high ratings, most of them have already started high-level missions, and are rarely restricted by the system.

It might not be so easy for them to clear a novice-level mission this time.

But Rid is different. No one knows his true strength. He is the one who led the existence of the system single-handedly. With a snap of his fingers, the existence of countless people can be wiped out by him, let alone this group of golden hosts.

"That's probably what it means... If you're not interested, I won't force you." After Rid finished speaking, he lay lazily on his stomach, his purple pupils half-closed, elegant and noble.

That said, the nine people below will not feel that they can refuse so easily.

"Master Rid, how could I have the nerve to refuse when you say that?" Shi Xin, one of the nine, spoke first.

He rubbed his chin, his wet black eyes blinked, his words were innocent, fresh and sunny.

"But what is that painting really so difficult to clear?" Mo Han, another gold medal host, projected a sharp line of sight with his cold eyes, searching for something on Rid's expression probing.

"It's Minghua! Ahan, your memory is really getting worse and worse." Shi Xin and Mo Han entered the system at the same time. They are old acquaintances and are very familiar with each other.

The few remaining people were thinking to themselves, for them, there was no good reward for taking on this kind of novice task, but listening to Rid, it was very challenging.

Ming Hua is an awakened NPC. It is more interesting to know that they are attackers. They will not be as simple as ordinary tasks. I am afraid that the favorability and strategy points cannot be so controlled this time.

"Interesting, take it." Yan Xiao, the host who had been silent for a long time, revealed a bright look in his eyes, and a sneer bloomed on his mouth. He was the first person who directly agreed to this matter.

"Oh, that's fine." Rid said casually, his purple eyes swept over the nine people with different expressions, "There is no time limit, if you agree, I can send you in at any time."

After speaking, he yawned, leaned lazily on his armchair, half closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly.

(End of this chapter)