Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 853: The Psychological Society and the Predators' Pre-War Deployment

In Yanjing, a private psychological clinic located on the top floor of a high-end office building, a middle-aged man with an exquisite mustache and a slim turtleneck sweater stands by the cold brew coffee machine, quietly waiting for his coffee to be ready.

A series of crisp "da da da" sounds came from outside the open office door, coming from far away and getting closer.

When the footsteps stopped at the door of his office, Fonte sighed slightly.

"Nineteen...Did the Fortune Teller ask you to come?"

A young man who looked refreshing and sunny, like the supporting actor in a campus idol drama, poked his head in from the doorway.

He was wearing a gray and blue plaid jacket, a slightly loose white shirt, sky blue casual trousers, colorful trendy brand sneakers, and bone conduction sports headphones hanging around his neck.

"Hey, Teacher Feng, look at what you're saying," the boy named Nineteen spoke, his Tianjin accent hitting me. "I'm not like Ah Yu, treating Brother Zhan as my master. My aunt just opened a dumpling restaurant in the south of Yanjing. I came here to have some dumplings and visit you, Teacher Feng. This is called being polite. Don't forget your roots!"

"Nonsense, kid. Even if your boss didn't send you here, you're probably here for Lacon's business, right?" Fonte removed his mug and patted the coffee machine. "Do you want some coffee? The beans are new and the quality is pretty good."

"I don't like drinking that foreign soy milk. Drinking it keeps me awake for half the night and gives me a stomachache," Nineteen waved her hand. "I only drink tea, and only good black tea—Chinese people drink Chinese beverages!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a one-liter bottle of iced black tea from his pocket. Tiny water droplets condensed on the plastic bottle, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.

Nineteen unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and then shuddered all over.

“Hiss—power!”

Wundt sipped his coffee carefully, then said, "So, you did come here for Lacon's matter, right?"

Nineteen chuckled. "Hey, that's natural... After all, that's the legacy of the first generation of 'Freud'."

"Although I've never seen him, my brother Zhan highly respects him."

Fonte nodded. "So, the 'Predators' decided to send you along for the ride... It's a great choice. After all, your ability to adjust your strength and 'rank' at any time, even affecting your judgment in the 'Death Game', is truly unique among players."

"It's the most appropriate way to use it in this situation."

Nineteen nodded: "That's true, but there's another important reason for sending me here, and that's because there really is no one else available."

"Brother Zhan and Sister Tian can't show up in the [Instance], Xiaobai has other tasks, and Neptune needs to keep an eye on the 'Player Mutual Aid Association'. I'm the only one with the strength and level to get involved in this."

Nineteen spread his hands and said.

Feng Te looked at Nineteen, leaned against the wall, and said, "Excuse me, is Baisha going to..."

"It's indeed presumptuous, Mr. Feng, but it's okay to tell you this. It's a bounty offered by your Psychology Society," Nineteen said, his hands folded across his chest. "Xiaobai plans to go and give that 'director' a try to get the Earth Scroll."

Font took a sip of his coffee and frowned.

Nineteen looked at Feng Te's expression and realized something was wrong: "Teacher Feng, what does that expression mean?"

"Because the post offering the bounty from the 'Hunting Club' wasn't posted by anyone from our 'Psychology Society,'" Fonte said slowly. "When we had our group meeting before, we all thought it was posted by you 'Predators.'"

"We've also dispatched two A-rank specialists to investigate the Director's movements and prepare to ambush him in the instance."

The atmosphere in the counseling room became somewhat subtle and silent.

Fonte and Nineteen knew that there was no need for the other party to lie to them.

After reconciling the accounts, a doubt arises.

Offering a high-profile bounty for a member of the Order, who is currently popular and has just made great contributions, means that the person offering the bounty is not afraid of retaliation from the Order at all.

Being able to produce "top-level" props spanning three worlds doesn't seem like something an "individual" can do, but more like the work of an "organization."

Among the players' organizations, the only ones who dare to openly show their cards and go against "order" are the three that cannot access the forum.

"It's not your Psychological Society, nor is it us, the Plunderers," Nineteen pondered. "Could it be the Freedom Alliance?"

"Impossible. Not only does their new member seem to have some connection to the 'Director,' but judging by the way our internal member 'Citalopram' interacts with their member 'Designer,' it's unlikely they would offer a reward to the 'Director'... Plus, one of the three 'reward' items, the 'Echo of Mu Continent,' makes this even more unlikely."

"If anyone in the Free Alliance possesses this [item], they will definitely not give it out as a reward."

Font said, and Nineteen nodded.

"That makes sense... So, who did it?"

Nineteen asked this, and Fonte pondered for a moment: "Now it seems that the guesses of Mr. Fortune Teller and Bandura are both correct..."

"Indeed, there is another organization in the shadow of all the 'player' activities."

Nineteen heard this and thought for a moment, "But why would they step out of the shadows and surface for the 'Director'?"

"It's just a 'Second Order'. Is it really necessary to make such a big fuss? Isn't it a bit too uneconomical?"

Feng Te shook his head. "I don't know their purpose... Anyway, I will ask our A-level specialists to stop interfering in this matter."

"I'm giving you a piece of advice. It's best not to get involved in 'White Sands'."

Nineteen laughed: "You think too highly of me. How could I possibly persuade Xiaobai? In fact, Brother Zhan had already tried to persuade him, but Xiaobai didn't listen."

"Let that guy go. As the saying goes, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."

"Besides, the Director's matter isn't urgent. What's important right now is... We at the Plunderers have received news that, in addition to the Order, the Jiangcheng Tycoon will also be involved."

"His goal is probably different from ours. Rather than getting what the Shodaime left behind, he's probably more interested in disgusting you all."

"So, tell 'Lacon' to be careful."

Fonte nodded. "That's all right. Order, Night Watch, Players' Mutual Aid Association... they might get involved too. We've already anticipated that."

"So, it's not just Lacon who's going this time—two of our three S-rank specialists will be there too!"

"The first one to enter is 'First Order', and the Executive Department's most promising rising star, 'Chlorpromazine'."

“By then, it will be unclear who will be the hunter and who will be the prey.”