Perhaps because it had something to do with religious beliefs, Purple Lake City was very tolerant of people cutting in line. The person behind A Hai was a local. After blondie stepped forward, he even offered to give up his spot. "You people from outside the city are short on time. I'm a local, so I can come anytime."
After saying that, he walked to the back of the line.
Blondie was as happy as if he'd won the lottery. He thanked the man profusely, then took his place behind A Hai.
The local was happy to oblige, but the other players in line weren't. One of them immediately scowled. "He's not the only one in a hurry."
"But you're the only one who offered me your spot," Blondie replied with a grin.
The player who'd spoken from farther back in line was probably in a bad mood. Seeing blondie take advantage of someone and then act smug about it, he immediately stepped out of the queue.
Blondie wasn't the least bit worried. He rolled up his sleeves. "You think I'm scared of you?"
Just then, a government worker came over and told them to follow the rules. Otherwise, the government wouldn't stamp their travel permits.
Of course, players could use their abilities to get a stamp without going through the normal channels. The problem was that Purple Lake City had its own players, too. The two High-level Players maintaining order here were both C-class players.
Perhaps he thought two C-class players were nothing to worry about. Without another word, the provocative player used an item to snatch the stamp and permit from the counter. In front of everyone, he stamped the permit himself, tossed the stamp aside, then held up the permit bearing a pair of eyes side by