None of Your Damn Business

After waiting for quite a while, the Game System did not send Xia Chujian in. Instead, an unexpected person emerged from the distant cold wave of the "Large Mobile Phone Live Broadcast."

Po Jun.

He was not wearing much, only a Deep Olive Green Winter Standard Military Overcoat.

He wore a helmet-style military cap, but no mask or eyepiece.

He carried no weapons. Amid the freezing brought by the cold wave, his expression was cold and resolute as he walked forward with steady steps.

Xia Chujian recognized him at once. This had to be Huo Yushen.

It was his final checkpoint-clearance scene.

As Po Jun passed this settlement, he looked at the semicircular barrier formed by the cold wave. His steps paused, but he still did not enter.

His expression was icy, several degrees colder than the cold wave that froze everything.

He indifferently started forward again, intending to pass by the settlement.

At that moment, the roars of those attacking inside the settlement came through.

They were cursing Seven Kill.

"Seven Kill, you bitch! If you're not capable, then don't come out looking to die!"

"I thought you could kill these monsters, but you're useless!"

"If you hadn't dragged us into this, I would've escaped long ago!"

"Ah...!"

"Another one's dead! Seven Kill, you murderer!"

Even outside the scene, Xia Chujian's blood boiled with rage. She wanted nothing more than to go in and shoot those people! Was Seven Kill wrong for organizing them to attack?! Did they think those Alien Monsters would spare them if they did not resist?! They would die if they resisted, and they would die if they did not. Then they might as well fight back—perhaps there might still be a chance!

At that moment, Xia Chujian felt that she understood the Seven Kill