The call from Sword Star woke Wu Chang from his thoughts.

Wu Chang shook his head and said:

"I didn’t see much, but one thing I can confirm is that this bullet is definitely not an ordinary Extraordinary Bullet."

The Extraordinary System in the Steam Phantom Dungeon is mainly focused on Mysticism. I know a little about Mysticism, but I can’t see any traces of Mystical Energy on this bullet."

Sword Star possesses the Sword Heart ability, akin to a human lie detector; simple lies cannot deceive him, so Wu Chang answered very carefully.

Sword Star showed no sign of disappointment, but his expression was heavy as he said:

"If Lord Peace can’t see the problem, then I’m afraid this dungeon is not a newly formed S-Level dungeon, but has already evolved into a mature S-Level instance."

"Is there a difference?" Wu Chang asked, puzzled.

The higher the level of the dungeon, the more precious the related intelligence is. S-Level dungeon intelligence is the core secret of major powers, which Wu Chang naturally has no way of knowing.

Even the existence of S-Level dungeons is debated on player forums.

If it weren’t for being placed in the Steam Phantom Dungeon, he would have thought that only World Dungeons could be rated S.

Sword Star wanted to say something, but hesitated after opening his mouth, seeming uncertain about what he was about to say.

"Sorry, I haven’t personally experienced an S-Level dungeon, what I say might be inaccurate."

"I mentioned earlier that I was waiting for two people. Besides Lord Peace, the other person is a senior who entered the dungeon simultaneously with me, he should be able to answer this question."

Wu Chang showed a curious expression, from Sword Star’s words, it seemed that among the members of the Management Bureau who entered the Steam Phantom, someone had experienced an S-Level dungeon?

He became interested and waited beside Sword Star, and after two or three minutes, a night wind suddenly picked up around them.

The night wind swept past them, and a middle-aged man manifested in the wind, appearing beside Sword Star.

"Sword Star, where are they?"

Sword Star said helplessly: "The Secret Police came too early, they’ve already fled."

While the two conversed, Wu Chang was observing the suddenly appearing middle-aged man.

The Dungeon Plane had just entered December, and although it was already winter, it was far from the coldest time of year.

Especially in Grimland, perhaps due to the nonstop operation of numerous factories, releasing a lot of heat, Grimland’s lowest temperature hadn’t dropped below freezing.

People only needed to wear a thick windbreaker to keep warm, but the middle-aged man in front of them was layered up like a ball.

Even so, he still looked pale, with a red nose, as if suffering from a cold, occasionally covering his mouth and coughing softly.

This physique isn’t like that of an Abyssal Game Player.

The middle-aged man also noticed Wu Chang while speaking with Sword Star, and after listening to Sword Star’s answer, greeted him before Wu Chang could speak:

"Lord Peace, famous for a long time, I’ve always wanted to meet you, but when you came to Yanjing, I happened to be away. This time there’s finally a chance to connect."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Wu Chang, "Management Bureau, Cold Mountain."

"Free Player, Peace."

Wu Chang was not in the habit of shaking hands, especially in the Abyssal Game, where such openings were rare.

But the middle-aged man had already extended his hand, and with the other party being very polite, he reached out and shook it.

The moment they touched, he could only feel one thing: cold.

The middle-aged man’s hand couldn’t be described as merely icy; just a touch sent a chill up his soul.

When they released their grip, Wu Chang’s hand was already coated with a layer of frost.

Just from touching him, without the other party using any Ability, he could feel a chill reaching his soul; if the other party used Skills, the power would be evident.

Compared to the middle-aged man, even the Snow Woman could be considered a sunny girl.

Cold Mountain, that name sounds very familiar to him.

He asked: "Cold Mountain, are you the Cold Mountain who was the first Breaker in the Desolate Realm?"

Cold Mountain smiled and said: "Former first, the current first Breaker is you, Lord."

Wu Chang showed a realized expression, it was no wonder the Management Bureau remembered the Plane number of Moonlight Sanatorium, which was the same as the Steam Phantom Dungeon Plane number.

He had heard on forums from insiders that if it weren’t for him, the person intended to enter Moonlight Sanatorium as a Breaker was Cold Mountain.

Cold Mountain was also one of the few players who had experienced an S-Level dungeon, so it made sense if Sword Star was waiting for him.

Cold Mountain actively suggested: "This isn’t the place for a conversation, shall we find another place for a drink?"

Wu Chang nodded and said: "Perfect, my treat."

He wanted to obtain information about the S-Level dungeon from Cold Mountain, so naturally, he would pay for this drink.

Cold Mountain originally intended to find a small pub, just a quiet corner would suffice, but Wu Chang directly took them to a gentleman’s club catering to the upper class.

These clubs were mostly member-exclusive, but with the World Industrial Exposition approaching, many wealthy foreigners poured in, so many clubs relaxed their requirements; as long as you had money you could enter.

Seeing the trio of Wu Chang, especially Cold Mountain and Sword Star’s attire, the doorman wanted to stop them.

But as Wu Chang pulled out a hundred-denomination bill, the doorman’s stern face instantly turned humble and cordial.

"Sir, how may I assist you?"

Wu Chang said: "A room where we won’t be disturbed, arrange the rest according to this amount."

Entering the private room, Cold Mountain and Sword Star both looked at Wu Chang with peculiarly.

Wu Chang pretended to be puzzled and said: "Is there something on my face?"

Cold Mountain shook his head and said: "No, we just feel the disparity between people."