The newly boarded Players all had very high evolution rates; they should all have qualified as A-class Players. Trains weren't something one could board at will. For an A-class Player to ride a B-class train, he needed a B-level Ticket. And for a high-level Player to use a lower-level Ticket, he had to spend one of his chances to enter a lower-level Dungeon. Players only got two such chances each year, and usually saved them as a buffer for clearing Dungeons. They were very useful, so these people had paid a hefty price.
"We're only killing Mental Evolvers. Everyone else, get out of the way, and we'll leave the Antidote behind afterward!" the leading Player shouted. He immediately darted past Tattoo Head and the others, chasing after Yong An.
The nearby Players either didn't want to get involved or were busy taking the Antidote. Nobody got in their way, so the group quickly caught up with Yong An.
Yong An kept retreating. Outnumbered, he could only take a beating, and he shouted in despair, "I've never been to the B37 wormhole, and I haven't offended the Player Family either. There's no point chasing me! Besides, why are you only after me? I'm not the only Mental Evolver!"
His words reminded the others. The female Player said, "There should be two. Where's the other one?"
The people with her seemed to finally come to their senses. They whipped around:
Xu Huo stood in the first carriage as if nothing were happening. He seemed to have been holding that same pose from the very beginning, but for some reason, everyone else had overlooked him in unspoken agreement...
"What kind of Ability is this?" the leading Player asked with a frown, immediately sending half the group back.
To keep other Players from interfering,