"Do any of you have any human nature left?!" Zhuo Wangsun snapped. "Even if someone's infected, that doesn't mean they'll definitely turn into an alien. If you kill everyone you see, aren't you afraid you'll kill the wrong person?!"
"Better to kill the innocent than let one escape!" the Player declared defiantly. "How many people have died to aliens in Clown City? If I let you go, and one day you turn into an alien and kill someone, does that mean they deserved to die?"
Zhuo Wangsun laughed in anger. "By your logic, you're the ones who deserve to die!"
Several people came out from the other side and seized the two wounded men. Then they called to Xu Huo's group, "Bro, these heads can earn us a pile of White Cash. Why make things difficult? How about we team up, kill the aliens behind you, and give you a share?"
Zhuo Wangsun stared at them in shock, but Xu Huo stopped him. "They're not talking to you. They're talking to me."
"Didn't you notice? Apart from Master Tu and the two wounded men up front, they think you and everyone else are aliens too."
"How is that possible?" Zhuo Wangsun said. "I'm not injured or infected. They're calling me an alien, but I think they're the aliens!"
"Exactly." Xu Huo reached out and tapped the back of the head of the person in front. The metal clasp crumbled to dust, and the holographic glasses fell into his hand.
"Don't move," he warned the Player who tried to resist. Then he tossed the glasses to Zhuo Wangsun. "Take a look."
When the glasses were on the Player, Zhuo Wangsun hadn't even realized they were there. Now that he held them, he looked at the Player two meters away and cried