"Otherwise?" Xu Huo prompted.
"But if you lose, you'll have to leave Zone 023," the player said. "The dungeon hasn't started yet, so you can just switch to another ticket."
"That doesn't benefit us," Xu Huo said calmly. "Why should we agree to your wager?"
"You don't have to," the man said. "But after this, our people may attack you wherever you go, until you leave."
"Isn't that just bullying?" Qiu Ming blurted out. "If you don't want Outer District Players coming here, tell the game not to issue tickets. What's the point of giving us trouble? There are so many Outer District Players—can you really stop them all?"
"We'll stop as many as we can." The man who spoke and his companions wore resolute expressions, as if they had already put their lives on the line.
Not only Qiu Ming and the others, but even Xu Huo frowned. Even if all these people were C- or D-level players, dealing with them endlessly would be a nuisance. And once they got past this place, there was no guarantee they wouldn't run into higher-level players elsewhere.
"Can I ask why?" Xu Huo said. "If you want us to leave, you should at least give us a legitimate reason. There's no need for threats. If you really had plenty of B-level and A-class players, you wouldn't be wasting your breath here."
"Still, I can give you this chance."
He paused, then continued in a firmer tone. "Listen carefully: there won't be a third time. You get this chance, and that's it."
There were twelve people in front of him now. Besides the first group of attackers, six new faces had joined them. The four injured people from the second group were nowhere to be seen.
Some of them had obscured their faces;