Chapter 97 

Warren looked down at Quinlyn standing beside him, wanting to pat her on the head. But he wasn’t familiar enough with her or as carefree as Stanley. Instead, he smiled gently, his eyes soft, and said, “Okay.” 

As they walked out of the White Stadium, everyone’s spirits were completely different from when they arrived. 

The other teams were intrigued by Quinlyn’s group, feeling a shift from tension to relief as they casually asked about the price of the shirt. 

They heard it was free, but with the catch of joining the club first. They mumbled among themselves, hesitantly joining the club while thinking they could just leave the group after receiving the suits. 

Unexpectedly, as soon as they entered, they received a welcome package from. 

Xiomar sent: [Ta–da! Welcome, our adorable newcomer! Please enjoy this treat from the great Quinlyn. P.S.: This is exclusively for our group’s fans, so keep it a secret!] 

At first, they thought it was a sly money–making scheme. But once they opened it, they saw a reverse tracking system. 

The team next door exclaimed, “Wow, isn’t this the barrier that appeared out of nowhere during battles?!” Everyone slowly realized the truth. Quinlyn was truly something special. 

Trailing at the back, the DigitalKey Group watched the groups ahead getting closer, whispering with their phones out. Their hearts sank further, convinced they were the subject of gossip. 

Someone couldn’t take it anymore and approached Warren. “Mr. Sullivan, I don’t think I’m fit for DigitalKey. I want to resign. Anyone with a bit of self–respect would feel uncomfortable. 

Still leading the way, Warren heard this, turned around, and shook his head with a polite, gentle smile. “Realizing your weaknesses means you have the potential to improve. If you lose today and refuse to admit it, that would be truly hopeless.” 

These words moved the employees, who all promised to go back and practice diligently, determined not to disappoint him. Only Yasmine, at the back, quietly clenched her fist and looked down in embarrassment. 

She was the one who couldn’t accept it. She thought Quinlyn and the others were cheating. She wasn’t wrong. Her parents were remarkable; she was born to be exceptional, above everyone else, unattainable for these ordinary folks. 

Once they exited the conference hall, Warren arranged vehicles to send each team member one by one. Regardless of winning or losing, the payment would be transferred to everyone’s account. 

Just as Xiomar and the others were about to leave, they were suddenly stopped. “Hold on, I want to compete with you all again!” Yasmine burst out, her face bearing a handprint, her eyes blazing as she stared at them. 

Warren frowned, stepped over, and pulled Yasmine aside. “Don’t act out. The competition is over. You should reflect on your own skills rather than troubling those who have contributed to DigitalKey Group and Ceruland.” 

“They’re not heroes! It’s just a video game; compared to my parents, they’re nothing!” Yasmine’s emotions flared up, with signs of losing control. 

Warren’s face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, he was shoved aside by a powerful force. Quinlyn urged, “Watch 

out!” 

The familiar noise of a silence exploded just inches away. Quinlyn, reacting quickly, pushed the two arguing people apart and led Xiomar’s group to take cover behind a car. 

Bullets hit the bulletproof car windows, sparking everywhere. 

“Holy crap, what’s going on? Guns? Oh my gosh!” A group of homebodies were terrified and confused about what was 

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happening. 

“Don’t be scared; this isn’t targeted at you guys, but…” Warren pulled the equally shocked Yasmine close, using the car as a shield. He added seriously, “You can’t leave now.” 

He was about to send everyone away, but unexpectedly, Yasmine interrupted, wasting valuable time. The thought made his expression turn cold, and he was about to push Yasmine away. 

Just then, a small hand grabbed his wrist. Warren was startled and looked down straight into a pair of big eyes. 

Quinlyn quietly looked at him, but the strength of her grip was clear. She was warning him. 

Warren thought that if he did things on his own, he might lose a hand in the next moment, so he wisely pulled his hand back. 

At that moment, Yasmine finally realized what was happening and turned to cling to him, shaking as she cried, “Warren, who are those people? I’m so scared, I don’t want to die. You have to protect me.” She wrapped around Warren like an octopus, making it impossible for him to move. 

Quinlyn gave the two a glance before she looked away. In the brief pause of gunfire, she seized the chance to lead the group into a nearby alley. The area was surrounded by apartment buildings, with roads that twisted and turned like a labyrinth. 

Quinlyn had them hide behind a flowerbed, pressed–Xiomar’s shoulder firmly, and said seriously, “Stay there, no matter what you hear, don’t move.” 

Xiomar nodded hastily, watching her turn to leave, and instinctively called out to stop her. It was dangerous outside. Just as expected, a flash of light darted by the next moment, and a bullet hit a column with a crack. 

“Quinlyn!” Xiomar was scared out of his mind, thinking their idol was done for. But when he peeked out again, the street was 

empty. 

The shadows of the streetlights flickered across the columns as if no one had ever been there. Quinlyn was gone. 

On the other side of the street, Warren was running with Yasmine through the gunfire, finally ducking into a dark alley. Yasmine was exhausted, at her limits. 

“I… I can’t run anymore,” she panted, drenched in sweat. “Warren, why are those people after you? Did you do something?” She was already starting to regret following Warren. Knowing the enemies were targeting Warren, she wished she had gone alone. 

Warren saw through her thoughts, his lips curving into a mocking smile. “What? Regretting it?” 

Feeling embarrassed, Yasmine lowered her head. “No, nothing like that.” 

“Don’t worry; I’m not going to die.” Warren chuckled coldly, leaning against the wall. His deep eyes had a chill behind the lenses. “Because they’re after you.” 

“What?” Yasmine was stunned, feeling a little lost. But when she saw that Warren’s expression seemed genuine, her eyes widened suddenly. “No, that can’t be true.” 

“Nothing is impossible. Have you forgotten your identity?” Warren sat down leisurely, smiling at her. “Or should we wa see if they’re coming for you or me?” 

Yasmine didn’t dare to gamble, not even with a one in a million chance. She looked at Warren as if he were crazy and turned to run, only to bump into several dark figures rushing in from the front. 

The figures were towering with a clearly foreign build. They raised guns, silencers attached, and in the unusually quiet street, she could hear the soft sound of a trigger being pulled tight, as bullets were about to slid past the barrel.