Due to the bizarre costumes of the other people in line, Li Ang, dressed as a white-coated pickle, blended in perfectly.

Players in the plaza couldn't harm each other.

Physical contact was only possible with mutual consent, and Li Ang's Secret Seeker skills were unusable here.

"Hmm... quite the long line, like a popular bubble tea shop."

Li Ang looked around, nodding to himself. "So many people queuing and they can still maintain order.

Is this the place where the Flower of Goodness blooms?

I love it."

"What Flower of Goodness?"

The player in front of him turned his head, gesturing with his chin. "See those NPCs over there?"

"Hm?"

Li Ang looked in the direction indicated and saw several animal-headed, burly, and intimidating-looking strongmen, each over two meters tall and carrying weapons, patrolling the game plaza.

As Li Ang focused on them, a line of semi-transparent text appeared before his eyes, reading [Plaza Guard].

"These NPCs just spawned from the ground. You can choose to passively display all NPC names in the system settings."

The player in front of Li Ang said calmly, "The plaza guards are responsible for maintaining order in all areas of the plaza. They'll step in when players disrupt the peace or act excessively.

Just now, a brother didn't believe it and tentatively attacked a plaza guard.

The NPC one-shot him into critical condition, forcing him to rage quit. I reckon attacking the NPCs a second or third time would get you killed outright.

That's why everyone's being so orderly."

"Oh, I see."

Li Ang nodded, glancing at the speaker.

The man in front of him was quite handsome,

with sharp, sword-like eyebrows, a high-bridged nose, wearing red and black leather armor, a small blue whale badge on his chest, an ancient longsword at his waist, tall boots, and a blood-red silk scarf around his neck.

In terms of appearance alone, this handsome man could stand center stage at a major game convention and attract countless adoring fans taking pictures.

Only one thing was regrettable—

He was balding.

To be precise, the middle of his smooth head was completely barren, while the sides of his head sprouted two wisps of sparse, flowing hair.

The ends of his long hair were tied together, forming a ring above his head that swayed gently in the breeze.

This design not only failed to solve the middle-aged rural entrepreneur's half-bald hairstyle,

but also made the overall look even more tragic, making people want to reach out and yank the hair ring on his head.

"You're... looking at my hairstyle, aren't you?"

The balding handsome man seemed to notice Li Ang's gaze. His eyes narrowed sharply, and his voice deepened. "Actually, I'm completely bald.

Those two wisps of black hair are just decorations, you understand? Decorations.

This really isn't a middle-aged uncle's Mediterranean bald spot..."

"Yo, Mediterranean, you're here."

A flippant call came from afar. A young man dressed in a loose-fitting Flash cosplay costume waved and ran over,

his body almost at a 45-degree angle to the ground, hands behind his back, running in a rather strange posture.

"I told you, I'm not Mediterranean!"

The balding handsome man's forehead veins throbbed as he roared at the newcomer in a low voice. "Also, we're outside. Can you be more mindful of your image? Stop running with that chuuni posture."

"Okay, Mediterranean, no problem, Mediterranean."

The Flash youth darted in front of him, nodding calmly. "Hey, this running posture isn't chuuni at all, okay?

Don't you know, this way of running can effectively increase speed, and at top speed, you can even run on water. It perfectly matches my identity as the Flash."

"What Flash? This is clearly the Naruto run from *Naruto*!"

The balding handsome man twitched. "You think I haven't read the manga?"

Following behind the chuuni youth dressed as the Flash were two others, Batman in a cape and Aquaman riding a seahorse.

Like the balding handsome man, they wore blue whale badges on their chests.

Hmm... the one cosplaying as Aquaman had a red mechanical eyeball in his left eye socket. It was clearly Li Ang's old acquaintance, Black Stallion.

"Yo, Little Ma."

Li Ang greeted him. Black Stallion was startled and searched his memory banks for familiar players who might fit the behavioral pattern of "wearing a white-coated pickle costume."

After a moment of hesitation, he said uncertainly, "Are you... Li Risheng?"

"You two know each other?"

The chuuni Flash's gaze flickered between the two, pausing before exclaiming, "Eh? You're that Li..."

"Keep it down!"

The balding handsome man chopped the Flash's ribs with his hand, reminding him not to be loud.

"Ahem,"

The Flash, realizing his mistake, rubbed his ribs apologetically, waving with a friendly smile. "Sorry, I got a little excited. You're Brother Li, right? Black Stallion mentioned you to us,

praising you for being knowledgeable, broad-minded, unconventional, and a talented person."

Li Ang chuckled, waving his hand modestly. "You flatter me. It's all the boasting of friends in the business. I wouldn't admit to being a genius."

Self-praise that upgraded himself from talent to genius! How arrogant!

That thought flashed through the minds of Black Stallion and the others, but they remained outwardly calm, exchanging pleasantries with Li Ang.

These four were all members of the Whale Song organization.

The balding handsome man in ancient-style leather armor was nicknamed [Sunset Melting Gold] (Luo Ri Rong Jin),

the chuuni youth dressed as the Flash was called [Halberd Comet] (Ge Chan Luo Xing),

and the seemingly taciturn youth who didn't like to talk was named [Iron Ingot Can Win] (Tie Ding Neng Ying).

Including the remaining [Black Stallion], the four names formed [Golden Halberd Iron Steed] (Jin Ge Tie Ma).

"Were these four names designed?"

Li Ang reluctantly ignored the mismatched name 'Iron Ingot Can Win' and asked, "They sound very imposing."

Black Stallion waved his hand somewhat awkwardly. "Ahem, Brother Li, you're too kind."

In fact, among the four, only Sunset Melting Gold (the balding handsome man) and Halberd Comet (the chuuni Flash) were childhood friends.

The remaining two became friends after joining the Whale Song organization and being assigned to the same group by their superiors. The four names were just a coincidence.

"Since everyone knows each other, let's add each other as friends."

Halberd Comet enthusiastically sent Li Ang a friend request, saying familiarly, "Don't let our group name, Golden Halberd Iron Steed, fool you. We were all diligent office worker weakling programmers before,

except for Melting Gold, none of us can fight."

"Why are you saying you can't fight with such a proud tone?"

Sunset Melting Gold couldn't help but retort, "And don't lump me in with you, you weakling who only knows Python."

"What's wrong with Python?"

Halberd Comet glared. "Python is simple yet not simplistic, low-key yet luxurious, thundering in silence.

It's simply the most perfect language in the world."

"Nobody actually hypes Python, right? No way, no way, no way?

Don't disgust me,"

Black Stallion said with disgust. "That thing is really terrible. Real men use Java."

"C++ is number one."

The always silent Iron Ingot Can Win said with a straight face. "Simple, practical, like James Bond's PPK. Hold it in your hand and you can enter the Land Immortal realm."

"C++ deserves to be called a sword immortal?"

Sunset Melting Gold shook his head, rolling his eyes. "That's really funny ^^"

The four programmer players suddenly started arguing about programming languages,

a flurry of sarcastic remarks and foul language, making people sigh: "No internal spies, bring on the language hierarchy."