Xu Huo turned on the ringtones of two Communicators and turned the volume up, then stuck one on either side of the door.
"No need to go to all that trouble." Li Kun took out a knocking device. "Just stick this on any door. It'll knock automatically once every ten minutes. Even if the Raincoat Cleaner can collect the items players put out, it doesn't matter. I've got plenty."
As he spoke, he tipped out a whole bagful. "An Artificer who owed me a favor gave these to me to settle the debt. They're all useless junk, so I've left them in my Storage Compartment."
"Even if the Cleaner collects them one by one, that's enough to keep them busy for a while." Xu Huo casually took one and stuck it behind the door.
"Maybe. But if we push them too far, they might stop following their own rules," Li Kun said with a shrug. "After all, this Dungeon is their home turf."
The sound of the Cleaner's rubber bucket had already faded into the distance. The item hanging from the ceiling hadn't passed through the hallway in a while, either. Xu Huo put away World in the Painting and drew everything within ten meters into the Spiritual World. Once the sound was blocked, he opened the door and went out.
By coincidence, the door beside theirs opened at the same time. The impeccably dressed Player stepped out with a parasol and smiled at them.
Players entering a Dungeon were supposed to be on the same side, but that didn't mean they wouldn't harm one another. So the moment they came face-to-face, Xu Huo's group prepared to fight.
But the other man instead raised an invitation. "Did you receive an invitation to the restaurant too? Why don't we go together?"