A prop like that certainly existed, but the bar's door was already protected by a prop barrier. Using chains was enough, and the chains could be stacked multiple times. Blocking the door completely would only put the people inside at a disadvantage.
Some people had blamed Uncle Guan and the others before, even going so far as to come up with the ridiculous idea that they should take everyone to safety one by one... Uncle Guan and the others had calmly explained things to them, yet now those people had turned around and blamed the Players for putting them in danger. Their attitude was unpleasant.
Zhou Yuanzhu said coldly, "Look carefully. They saved people from Zone 002. The only reason you're still alive is because of us. If we hadn't been looking out for you, we'd have left long ago. Do you think we'd have let ourselves get surrounded by a swarm of Aliens?"
"Isn't it because of you that we ended up in this hellhole?" The man who'd spoken earlier ignored his companions' attempts to stop him and angrily pointed at them—and at Xu Huo, who had just taken off his invisibility cloak. "Whenever an Outer District Player comes to Snow City, it causes chaos. If you're so capable, why don't you go wreak havoc in your own Sub-district? What are you doing in Zone 002?"
The Holy Sword Society members were clearly struggling to keep their tempers in check. But before they could act, the man suddenly burst into tears. "I'm about to get married. My parents, my in-laws, and all my relatives from back home came... I even have an eight-year-old little brother... They're all dead!"
The bar fell silent. Uncle Guan and the others said nothing; only the man's sobs echoed through the room.
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