Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Chapter 338 You Have to Queue Up to See Han Che

When Han Che emerged from the portal, it was already afternoon in the player world.

After getting ashore, I took out my phone from the system space and turned on the screen. A dozen unread messages flooded in like a string of bells, and the phone vibrated several times in my hand before it stopped.

He scrolled down in order, and most of the messages were from Mule, with several from Qiu Ying. In the middle was a message from Xiao Bai that was pinned to the top.

He first clicked on Xiaobai's message: "You should rest well first, no need to rush back, I can handle things here."

Han Che's lips curled up slightly as he looked at the message, thinking to himself that things seemed alright.

He was about to put his phone away when he caught a glimpse of the previews of the messages below, and his finger stopped.

Mule sent seven or eight messages in a row. When Han Che opened them, the screen was filled with densely packed text, with most of the punctuation marks omitted.

"Come back quickly, Brother Han! I can't take it anymore! Everyone's looking for you and they're just standing at the door refusing to leave!"

"This is terrifying, Han Ge, your fans are too crazy!"

"Three more groups of people came today, I can't take it anymore, Brother Han, where are you?"

Such words are followed by a long string of crying face emojis.

Han Che read through each line one by one, his brows furrowing more and more with each reading. He rubbed his eyes; the text without punctuation was making his eyes hurt.

However, these messages are all emotional descriptions with little substantive content. They are just variations of the same few phrases, such as "so many people," "so scary," and "come back soon," in different permutations and combinations.

Han Che squinted, his face filled with disbelief. The difference in style was so huge.

Qiu Ying's messages were much more concise than Mule's; I counted three in total.

"Return immediately! The club needs you to get out of this mess. A lot of people have arrived, all well-known thugs from various clubs. They specifically want to see you, or they won't leave."

"The authorities still have arrangements for you and Qi Yuzhe. Since neither of you is here, Xiaobai will be acting as your representative. She doesn't want to make decisions for you without consulting you, and it's already been two days."

"Xiaobai hasn't slept for two days, please come back quickly."

The last message was sent just half an hour ago.

After reading the last message, Han Che put his phone in his pocket and took a deep breath.

He quickly thought about it and realized that the reasons why those people came to the club to block the door were nothing more than a few things.

Some of them came to challenge the "top club" title, hoping to make a name for themselves by stepping on the 78 Club before it was officially listed.

Some are there to make connections, hoping to establish relationships at the new top club.

Others may be testing the waters, wanting to know just how powerful this small club, which has been elevated to a pedestal overnight, really is.

Regardless of the situation, if he's not around, Xiaobai can only shield him temporarily, not for long.

Han Che stood by the roadside and flagged down a car, giving the driver the club's address.

The car made several turns along the main road. The flow of people and vehicles outside the window was no different from usual. Even during the day, there were still quite a few men in black patrolling the streets.

Fortunately, given the circumstances in China, the people were used to the presence of the men in black, so it didn't cause any panic.

For some reason, what Han Che is worried about now is Xiao Bai's stubborn nature, which prevents her from making a sound even when she can't hold on any longer.

Given Qiu Ying's style of only reporting bad news and not good news, the fact that she said "I haven't slept for two days" suggests that the actual situation might be even more serious.

The taxi driver drove very fast; the club was in the row of buildings in front of us.

When the car pulled over, Han Che could already see a group of people gathered at the entrance of the building.

Some were standing, some were squatting, in groups of three or five, talking while holding cigarettes in their hands.

After getting out of the taxi, Han Che casually closed the car door, lowered his head, and pulled up the hood of his coat over his head, the brim of the hood pulled low, only revealing the tip of his nose and chin.

He strode towards the building where the club was located, walking quickly without looking around, trying his best to appear as an ordinary passerby.

But he stopped when he reached the building entrance, standing at the bottom of the steps, looking up at the scene before him with his mouth involuntarily agape.

The hallway was packed with people. Looking in from the entrance, all you could see was a dense mass of heads, stretching from the lobby on the first floor all the way up the stairs, layer upon layer, filling the entire hallway space.

Some people were leaning against the wall playing on their phones, some were sitting on the stairs, and others were squatting on the ground in groups of three or five chatting.

These people were dressed in all sorts of clothes, and the entire corridor was filled with a complex smell of smoke, sweat, and human breath mixed together. The sounds of talking and footsteps mingled and buzzed together.

Han Che hesitated for about a second at the door before stepping onto the stairs.

He figured that with his hood covering his face, he wouldn't be recognized, so he simply walked upstairs with his head down and squeezed through the crowd.

But as soon as he stepped into the stairwell, the three young men at the end of the line behind him saw him.

"Hey! Dude!" one of the men in a black short-sleeved shirt yelled at Han Che, "Are you going to Club 78?"

Han Che paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

"Get in line!" the man's voice rose a notch. "If you want to see the Demon King's Guardian, you need to make a reservation in advance! Get in line with me! No cutting in line!"

The sound behind him made a bead of cold sweat slide down Han Che's forehead and temple.

He cursed inwardly, then lowered his head even further and replied in a low voice, "I'm not with any club, I work in this building."

Without waiting for a response, he strode inside.

The hallway was packed with people, and he squeezed sideways through the gaps between them, his shoulder brushing against someone's elbow.

The man behind was still muttering something, but his voice was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Han Che pushed his hood down even lower as he squeezed upstairs.

There were too many people in the stairwell; you had to take three steps to get past them, and some people were squatting on the steps, blocking half of the passage.

As he squeezed past the person sideways, he heard the person mutter, "Why are you pushing?"

Han Che didn't dare to look up either, and said in a muffled voice, "Excuse me, excuse me, I'm on my way to work, please make way," his voice a little softer than usual.

The higher you go, the denser the crowd becomes. By the fourth or fifth floor, the stairs are almost entirely filled with people dressed as agents, their eyes gleaming as they peer towards the stairwell.

Han Che squeezed up among these people, listening to their conversation as he did so.

A man wearing a baseball cap said to his companion, "Do you think we'll be able to meet him in person today? I've been waiting for two days."

The person next to him replied, "Who knows? They said he went on a mission and hasn't come back, but who knows if it's true or not."

Others said, "Just take a look, even just a glimpse is fine. That live stream was really amazing."

Han Che couldn't quite tell whether he felt a little proud or a little scared after hearing this.

Anyway, being surrounded by people and listening to them talk about him, his face gradually flushed.