Xu Huo was not slow, but the moment his hand passed through the spot where the middle-aged man had vanished, the spatial rift had already disappeared without leaving the slightest trace.
His fingers, carrying the power of hyperspace, grasped at nothing. They touched neither the middle-aged man nor the factory director who might have been behind the spatial rift.
"He ran pretty fast." Xu Huo put the Glove back on and walked out of the middle-aged man's house.
Early the next morning, when he went to the Factory again, he found that another newcomer had arrived on the second floor. He was neither one of the workers from the first floor nor a Player.
The Fengs were unsurprised by this, while the fierce-looking old man made no effort to hide his hatred of the Fengs, repeatedly cursing the others in the workshop.
Qian Han and the others on the second floor were thoroughly fed up. They did not care what grudges these people had with one another. Under the interference of mental power, they were already not fully clear-headed, and the intermittent cursing only worsened their mood, so they warned him.
But the old man apparently understood the Dungeon's situation. He acted like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, even getting right in the long-haired man's face and provoking him to beat him to death.
The veins on the long-haired man's forehead bulged as he snarled, "Don't push your luck, or I'll make you swallow back every word you've said, one by one!"
The fierce-looking old man was briefly frightened, but he quickly returned to his arrogant manner. With a cold sneer, he said, "Talk big after you leave this Dungeon. Throwing your weight around with me is fucking useless!"
The long-haired man stared at him with a vicious