Dong Xiwen sat on the bus. When he heard the driver shout, "Passengers without tickets, please get off at this stop," he couldn't help glancing at the young man beside him, who wore a white shirt and a clown mask.
As Players who had appeared on the bus out of nowhere, neither he nor the young man naturally had tickets.
But when the bus had made a sharp turn earlier and the memorial portraits had fallen, the young man had taken advantage of helping prop them back up to swipe two tickets amid the chaos.
The young man kept one for himself and stuffed the other into Dong Xiwen's hand. Through the Soul Leaf, he had also threatened him: "As your teammate, I'll do my best to ensure your survival. But I hope you'll prove valuable enough as well, so I don't decide you're useless someday and kill you while I'm at it."
Great. That was so Qi Si.
Holding a ticket printed with someone else's memorial portrait, Dong Xiwen felt that if the driver checked them one by one, he and Qi Si would be finished once their tickets didn't match.
Just as he was wondering whether it was too late to buy a ticket now, the young man beside him smiled. "No need. Those two unlucky bastards are about to be kicked off the bus."
Following the young man's gaze, Dong Xiwen saw countless banknotes spilling from the coin slot of the fare box by the entrance, flying toward the two passengers whose tickets had been stolen earlier.
The passengers' phantom figures flickered twice and vanished. The banknotes rolled up the memorial portraits and urns on the seats, then tossed them out through the open door.
The door closed again. Through the window, Dong Xiwen saw the two