Xu Huo had already decided to go to the sixty-ninth floor, but the Feast players might be waiting outside for him to come out. Bringing the painted woman along would make them conspicuous, and turning her into a painting would be risky too. While she remained in human form, ordinary players would have a hard time telling she was an item. But if she turned back into a painting, she would be extremely easy to expose unless he put her in the Storage Compartment or an item slot. That was especially dangerous in a building teeming with all kinds of visible and invisible detection devices.
So he decided to leave the painted woman in the room until he returned.
The painted woman refused. She pointed at the crew-cut man beside them.
The last time they had crossed paths, the crew-cut man had picked a fight under the pretext of dealing with her.
Seeing them look at him, the crew-cut man showed no sign of guilt. "I've already repaid my debt. What you do from here is none of my business."
Of course, what he chose to do was none of their business either. Why should he promise that the painted woman wouldn't be targeted if she stayed behind?
You couldn't count on people you'd just met, let alone friends and family. Often, you couldn't count on them either.
"I'm going with you," the painted woman insisted.
Worried that he'd miss the fish if he got there too late, Xu Huo nodded without further hesitation, then turned to the crew-cut man. "Open the door."
The crew-cut man's face darkened at once, but he soon relaxed. "Fine. You're the one with the bigger fist."
He went over and opened the door. Xu Huo had planned to unleash his Spiritual World the instant