"A competitor?"
Qin Ran stared in surprise at the player dressed in hip-hop fashion before him, his muscles already tensed in preparation for an attack.
Although he did not understand what the other player meant, the provocation in his tone and the malice in his eyes were unmistakable.
"You don't know?"
"You still don't know?"
The other player froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
As he laughed, he raised his right hand and removed his glove, turning his palm inward and the back of his hand toward Qin Ran.
Qin Ran's pupils contracted at the sight of the eerie smiling face surrounded by crimson lines.
He had never expected the other player to have that eerie smiling face too.
And there was that word he had used: "competitor"!
Combined with the words left by the person he had sent last time, such as "You've proven yourself" and "Next... find us and join us!", the clues in Qin Ran's mind gradually began to fall into place.
This was an organization.
It used some method to screen potential members.
And those candidates had to pass one test after another.
The previous attacker, who had seemed like a "double," had been one test.
Now, the player before him was another.
With thoughts racing through his mind, Qin Ran studied the player again.
He hoped to glean more information from him.
Unfortunately, the other player gave him no such opportunity.
Bang!
He hurled the glove in his hand straight at Qin Ran.
And while it was still in midair, the glove exploded.
A thick cloud of mist appeared around them, enveloping both Qin Ran and the other player.
Even with his SS+ Perception, Qin Ran could not see through the dense mist before him. He could not even make out a hazy