"Drip, drip..."
Slime seeped from the Gatekeeper's wounds, dripping onto the floor and winding its way toward the edges of the pavilion.
Xia Lun slowly turned around, tightened his grip on Night Plume's hilt again, and coldly eyed the "survivors" standing at the edge of the pavilion.
The Submarine was at least two thousand meters from the Golden Gate, and his fight with Ailot and the Gatekeeper had lasted less than two minutes in total. He did not believe the "survivors" could have covered that distance in just two minutes, let alone passed through the Zi Gong Labyrinth along the way.
As his thoughts raced, a faint, insidious chill crept into Xia Lun's heart.
Perhaps his deductions had been completely wrong. Perhaps the real Mastermind behind this Scenario was neither Ailot nor the Gatekeeper, but these "survivors" who had lived alongside him all this time. Was he really that bad at deduction?
Xia Lun could not help doubting himself a little. But just as that thought crossed his mind, a palm-sized, ghostly blue, soft-bodied creature suddenly crawled out from behind Manhunter.
"Hm?"
Xia Lun froze for a moment, then suddenly realized that the ghostly blue creature was a miniature Wheel of Moxie!
"Uh, Mr. Xia Lun, please forgive us for acting on our own."
Carson rubbed the miniature Wheel of Moxie, then stepped out of the crowd.
"While you were fighting the enemy, we discussed things among ourselves. We all agreed that the key to winning should be the Typewriter, but we had no way to help you, so we took a risk and released the Wheel of Moxie sealed inside the black card. This creature can teleport, so we used that ability to reach the vicinity of the Golden Gate."
"Huh?" Xia Lun was astonished. "The Wheel of Moxie