"Uh, I don't know..."
Xu Xiao hesitated for a moment before giving a highly uncertain answer:
"But I'm terribly dizzy."
The confusion on Ma Han's face instantly turned to alertness. He immediately stopped walking and earnestly urged:
"Then how about we rest for a bit?"
"Something about today feels extremely strange. I keep feeling like we're walking right into someone else's trap..."
"Whenever we used to come to the Slave Group to demand our people back, those bastards would always evade us if they could and stall if they couldn't, brushing us off however they pleased."
"But this Smir is being far too cooperative today. I'm worried there's a trick behind it."
Hearing that, Xu Xiao turned around and smiled at Ma Han.
She had probably meant to reassure her old friend and keep him from worrying too much, but months without proper rest, combined with the exhaustion from repeatedly using her authority just now, had unconsciously filled that smile with deep fatigue, making Ma Han's heart ache.
"It's fine. I'm God's Chosen One now, not an ordinary Player."
"I know exactly what they're plotting."
"You should still rest. You're exhausted, Class Rep..." Unable to bear it any longer, Ma Han tried to persuade her again:
"I'll have Nikita and the others come take over here and make Smir hand over all the remaining Palu."
However, Xu Xiao merely shook her head, her tone resolute:
"Trust me, Ma Han. I can do this."
"This can't be delayed any longer. The longer we wait, the more I fear the resistance to reviving them with the authority of Tolerance will grow."
"I don't want a single Palu to be harmed or lose their life."
"But..." Ma Han still wanted to persuade her.
Yet before he could finish, an unusual sound from the