Underworld Player Chapter 111 – A Real Boy Scout

By the time Bai Zhi returned to town, the hours had silently slipped by, and it was noon.

After struggling painfully with the dilemma of whether to go back to his apartment or go to school, which took all of two seconds, Bai Zhi decided—reluctantly—to skip his classes.

It was only right—one should always finish what one started, and since he'd skipped the morning class, skipping the afternoon classes was the natural thing to do. After all, "forget not where you started from and your path shall prove true" was a great virtue of the Chinese people, faithfully passed down through the generations.

As soon as Bai Zhi got off the bus, the first thing he did was buy a slingshot and launch a few small rocks at a certain apartment's windows*, taking care to avoid the security cameras along the way.

"It's never too late, even ten years on, to take righteous vengeance" as they say. Bai Zhi had always honored his word, making it worth its weight in gold—no retribution was left unmeted.

Returning to his apartment, Bai Zhi opened the curtains, letting the light from outside land across the floorboards. He turned on the air-conditioning, got a cold herbal tea that had been sitting in the fridge all day, then sat by the coffee table as he turned on his laptop... All this he did in a smooth, continuous motion, as if choreographed, with the air of a lord in his mansion.

As he sipped his herbal tea, Bai Zhi tapped the familiar keys that took him to the Player's Forum. The forum might not contain anything as critical as a state secret, but it would help him stay informed, all the same.

Naturally, he found nothing on the organization known as the Nightwatch, but the keyword "Chu Tsi" got plenty of hits. Real information, however, was sparse.

It was mostly things like "the Concerning Department has, under Chu Tsi's leadership, successfully extracted a mid-sized Game, becoming the major organization in possession of the most Games in the world..." and so on.

Come to think of it, I wonder if Chu Tsi would sell me a ticket to a Ga

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