The next morning dawned.
Outside Jack Winery, four or five players from Hall of Valor had already gathered, both male and female.
"What if we got it wrong? Could we be arrested by the Shelter?"
"What's there to be afraid of, let's go."
After briefly exchanging a few words, they headed straight for the winery's main gate.
Clang, clang!
A male player named "Smoke Grenade" pounded vigorously at the iron door twice, but after waiting a good while, no one came out, and the winery was shrouded in dead silence.
"How come there's no one? That's odd… I saw people going in and out just yesterday."
The player knocking on the gate looked puzzled.
At that moment, two more groups of players arrived, totaling around a dozen people, and the three groups eyed each other with mutual wariness.
"Hey, brother, you guys are here to see Mr. Jack too, aren't you…?"
The leader of one of the player groups asked out loud.