The Stakes and the Hidden Trump Cards
His meaning was clear: cooperate or die.
The bearded man suppressed his anger, burying his hatred deep. "Even if you survive today, you'll have made an enemy of the Bailin Association. Once we get out, it'll be us or you!"
Xu Huo had made plenty of enemies already. He didn't mind adding the Bailin Association to the list.
He turned to the others. "What do you say?"
Xiong Xiaoxin glanced around. "I don't have a better solution. We could take a risk and try it, but to be safe, I think we should reduce the number of people staying outside. Since there are three layers of space, two people per layer should be enough."
"If we still can't clear the instance after withstanding several attacks from the Dungeon Boss, that means your method is wrong. There's no point in testing it over and over. We shouldn't add to the casualties for nothing."
"Fine." Xu Huo deliberately left the Bailin Association members out. He pointed to Xiong Xiaoxin, the bearded man, and Que Niao, then said to Wang Xin and the others, "That makes four people. You can decide who takes the remaining two spots. Anyone entering a container artifact needs to lend us their life-saving artifacts, too. That'll improve everyone's chances of survival."
If the person carrying the container artifact died, the people inside would probably die in there as well. Even if they were lucky enough to survive until other players arrived, those players might not let them out.
The longer they waited, the more dangerous it became. Xiong Xiaoxin had already said that players outside had delayed entering the instance. They definitely couldn't hold out for a month. Rather than put it off for a few more days and let their