Driven Out
By the time the final three minutes of voting had passed, Xu Huo could sense well over a hundred players nearby.
Unless the players in Snow City were planning to hold a sports meet here, judging by what Number 10 had said in the Dungeon, this gathering of players at Tomorrow's Venue was most likely a prewar mobilization meeting.
The room began to move, and Dong Qifeng and the others stepped out of their cabins.
Dong Qifeng's attitude toward Xu Huo was visibly cold. He didn't even glance his way. The long-haired young man, however, seemed quite interested in him. "So this is the new player who's joined Jingxuan? His Evolution rate doesn't look very high."
"Even if his Evolution rate isn't high, he can still be formidable," Dong Yanqiong said with a sweet smile. "Even the players under Brother Qifeng have suffered at his hands."
The long-haired young man nodded. "That's impressive."
Then he asked Dong Jingxuan, "You can discuss paying him at the B-class player rate with Third Uncle."
Dong Jingxuan smiled. "I'll talk to my dad about it later..."
Before he could finish, a crescent-shaped short blade suddenly shot out in front of Xu Huo. It had been invisible until it struck the item barrier and revealed itself. After spinning halfway around the room, it returned to the hand of a player standing beside Dong Qifeng!
No one present had expected Dong Qifeng to make a sudden move. The players assigned to protect the others immediately shielded Dong Jingxuan and the other two, clearing the area and preparing for a fight.
"What does Young Master Dong mean by this?" Xu Huo asked with a smile.
"You know exactly what I mean." Dong Qifeng rolled a milky-white bead between his fingers and said coldly, "You've got