"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Xu Huo did not answer directly under everyone's gaze. He looked out the window. "Rotate the night watch in three shifts. Decide the numbers yourselves."
There was nothing to discuss. Although the ordinary people were assigned shifts too, the players could hardly count on them. They simply resented the imbalance and insisted on making them do something.
The tourists harbored resentment as well. They had only come out for a pleasant trip. If these players had not started fighting outside, they would never have entered a random instance, much less become cannon fodder who could be thrown to the wolves at any moment. But they had no way out and could only obey.
As the aliens' roars and the sounds of their movements outside grew louder and more frequent, those pent-up emotions reached a breaking point. Someone began sobbing quietly. "Let me die. Let me die. I'd rather kill myself than be eaten or cut to pieces!"
The middle-aged glasses man and his companions had already verified that multiple people could not enter a survival minigame together. As they looked at the crying tourist again, their eyes held nothing but indifference and disgust. They felt no sympathy whatsoever, even believing that these people's only value lay in entering the minigames for them. If they could not even do that, there was no reason to let them live.
"Give them some candy." Xu Huo lifted his eye mask and spoke to the driver.
Throughout the journey, the driver, Old Ping, and Little Sun had been soothing the people on the Tour Bus, keeping them from angering the players who held their lives in their hands. When Xu Huo spoke, the driver hurriedly thanked him, found a bag of candy in a box, and handed out one