Xu Huo went along with the local custom and pretended to pass out with the others. Players soon streamed in and fitted device rings around their necks, wrists, and ankles. A jolt of electricity followed, quickly waking the players the drugs had briefly knocked unconscious.
Several of them saw their predicament and immediately lunged at the players standing guard beside them. But the moment they moved, the rings on their limbs activated, locking their arms and legs in mid-swing and mid-stride. They lost their balance and toppled to the ground, looking both ridiculous and pathetic.
"I suggest you behave." A bald man said, "Those are upgraded spider locks on your arms and legs. One wrong move, and they can cripple you."
Xu Huo turned his wrist slightly. It was indeed a spatial device, a little different in shape from the spider locks he had previously seen designed specifically to deal with players. Its effects appeared much the same, however: through direct contact with the body, it connected to and controlled the Space Rays inside a person to restrain or kill them.
They were being treated generously. Counting the one around the neck, everyone had been given five.
"What the hell do you want?" Xiduo demanded angrily. "We're only here to run a dungeon. We don't want trouble. Don't push this too far!"
The bald man sneered and waved a hand to open the gate beside him. "Move!"
More than a dozen players were herded into the passage beyond the gate. The devices had locked them out of their Personal Panels, and most of the devices they carried had been confiscated, yet their props had been left with them. What was there not to understand? These people certainly had no intention of taking them outside the simulator's range, which was why