The pink-haired man.
Pink Hair had already killed that B-class player, but he'd made a mess of it. Blood spattered all over him, and it was clear he'd killed the man with brutal violence.
"Come on, man, was all that really necessary?" Big Back Head lifted his chin. "Someone who didn't know better would think you'd been slaughtering pigs."
Pink Hair just smiled, unconcerned. He opened two bottles of Cleaning Agent and poured them over his head. As he drenched himself, he said, "Why didn't Old Xu keep the hotel?"
"Dream on," Darkness Under the Lamp replied.
Looking back, yesterday's incident had probably been meant to provoke the people in black coats into making the first move. The desert was a particularly suitable place for that. The sandstorm the black-coated group had stirred up to obscure everyone's vision not only made the situation more dangerous, but also helped them fool people.
Of course, Darkness Under the Lamp had no idea what Chang Shoujie had actually said. But Xu Huo's goal was Dr. Joyce, and since he'd laid his cards on the table with Chang Shoujie, he must have gotten what he wanted. Xu Huo wasn't a sucker. Why would he waste the resources inside the hotel?
"Are you really here for your 'dying wish'?" Darkness Under the Lamp asked. "All the Players in your Dungeon have been killed. If you want to clear it, you'll have to find someone else."
Pink Hair didn't seem to catch the hint that he was being told to leave. He plopped down in the tent, grabbed a bottle of water from beside Darkness Under the Lamp, and gulped down half of it before wiping his mouth. "I made that up."
He grinned, unconcerned with which Dungeon the others were in.
Darkness Under the Lamp