No matter how many thoughts the players had, with so little information to go on, all they could do was keep them to themselves.
The four players who had come from other spaces clearly knew something. It was just that the Bailin Association's presence made it impossible to force them to talk.
But judging by the casualty rate, the players were still killing one another, even under these circumstances.
Before long, the short old man had won over some of the players from the Zisheng Research Institute. The players who had been hired were now split into two factions. Xu Huo and the other three, Shen Ling'er, Hehe and her companion, and the purple-haired man were in one faction. The other consisted of the person wearing the Ruby necklace, the tall, burly white-haired man and several others, as well as the other Spatial Evolution player, Painter. The latter group seemed to be on fairly close terms with the short old man.
"What are they whispering about?" Hehe said. "I bet that old man knows something."
"Maybe they're figuring out how to kill people," the purple-haired man said casually. "Since we can't all stay outside the Small Compartments tonight, there's another way to complete the first clearance task."
He wasn't deliberately keeping them in suspense. He continued at once, "Try to cut down the numbers as much as possible."
"If there are fewer people, the research institute will naturally have to stop operating."
Some players had already thought of this, but they hadn't been in the dungeon long, and there was no need to rush yet. They wanted to look for items first.
It was nothing unusual for a dungeon to "encourage" players to kill one another. That was easier than "killing every player who has entered a Small Compartment."
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