The Root of Evil
The B-class player who had just fought Xu Huo and his teammates had also landed safely on the other side of the underground plaza. Those were the words Xu Huo had said to them.
Xu Huo's side had been at a clear disadvantage in the fight, but one of the curious things about games and players was their items. Items came in different grades, but the targets they affected didn't necessarily have to be of a particular grade. Sometimes, an E- or D-class item could take effect on a B-class or A-class player at the right moment. Of course, the odds were very low. Still, this meant that high-level players didn't have an absolute advantage over lower-level players. As long as someone still had an item, anything could happen.
Xu Huo's actions just now had demonstrated exactly that, and had also made the other side interested in talking.
"C-class Super Evolver, you're much more capable than that Zone 002 player beside you." The B-class player who had fought him looked him over. "You have a bright future ahead of you, yet you're willing to be a rich playboy's hired muscle."
"You've got it wrong." Xu Huo waved a hand. "Can't a rich playboy have friends?"
The other man's expression darkened slightly, as if he couldn't tell whether Xu Huo was mocking him.
"I can't speak for everyone, but he has his limits." Xu Huo reached out and patted Dong Jingxuan's head, hanging at his side. "We met by chance, but that's fate for you. I pulled him out of trouble while I was at it. When it came down to life or death, he didn't want to abandon his cousins, so I had to save them too."
"I might not win one-on-one, let alone while dragging