The alarm in the luggage compartment was growing more frequent. Potassium Chloride knew that he did not have much time left.
He had to deal with this "obstacle" as quickly as possible!
Although he did not know who had hired this Player to protect the actor on the other side, in Potassium Chloride's eyes...
No one was going to get in his way!
Among the Players, only a handful could defeat him.
What kind of expert could spare a hand to protect an actor?
Even if the other party really had some skill...
"Then it's your bad luck to run into me today!"
"You definitely didn't expect that the one who came would be an S-class Specialist from the Psychology Society, did you?"
"Consider this your 'Trial'—surviving my attacks will benefit you immensely."
As Potassium Chloride thought this, he revealed his own weapon.
"Swish—!"
Twelve long needles glittering with golden light appeared between his fingers.
And in that brief interval...
The edge of the three-foot-eight-inch sword was still stabbing toward his throat.
"Talk about ruthless. You didn't even ask about my background before going for the kill. You're probably not from the Order or the Night Watcher's side!"
Potassium Chloride analyzed the situation while feeling even more at ease.
Since the other party was from neither of those two... his odds of victory were even greater.
This guy really seemed to be nothing more than a mercenary from the wilds!
After all, if the other party came from either of those organizations and recognized him, they might call for reinforcements.
In an instant, the sword edge closed in.
Potassium Chloride was not anxious in the slightest. He curled his finger and twisted his wrist, sending the golden needles flying.
"Clang!"
Three golden needles struck the sword almost simultaneously, deflecting its