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At that, the five people in the cage all raised their heads at once, and five pairs of differently colored eyes turned in unison toward Annie's Lackey.
However, each of them only gave him a glance or two before their heads drooped back down one after another, and they continued squatting obediently inside the cage.
Clearly, none of them could be bothered to pay any attention to someone like Annie's Lackey, who had come to laugh at their misfortune.
No one spoke.
No one explained.
Nor did anyone spare him another glance.
They did not even bother asking, "Who are you?" or "What do you want?"
"..."
Annie's Lackey squatted there and waited for a while. When he realized that no one was going to acknowledge him, he could not help feeling a little awkward.
"Fine!"
So, after scratching his head to ease the embarrassment, he prepared to get up and leave.
"Wait!"
Just as he was about to turn around, the green-skinned rookie with the ID "Half-Origin Daoist" suddenly spoke.
"Um..."
"I saw you come out of the old players' camp just now. Are you an old player?"
He asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, then instinctively glanced toward the shack area Annie's Lackey had emerged from, as though trying to confirm something.
Meanwhile, the new players' camp was still bare and empty, with practically no one left inside at this hour. Unlike the old players' camp, which was full of shacks—and apparently still had people in it.
"Yeah!"
"What do you want to say?"
Annie's Lackey nodded, signaling for him to continue.
"Then why are you level 0 too?"
Half-Origin Daoist continued, his muffled, raspy voice carrying obvious, undisguised confusion.
"Ugh—!"
Hearing that question, Annie's Lackey could not help sighing.
"Don't mention it!"