Shen Ru's expression stiffened as he heard the two familiar screams.
He hadn't expected Mo Yu to be able to send other players into the instance.
What, was this his way of showing off how far his abilities surpassed those of normal people?
Qiu Wen didn't know the people inside, but she knew there were no other players in this instance besides her and the two big shots.
Then what was behind this door?
Ghosts?
At that thought, her body reacted instinctively. Without even considering asking Shen Ru's opinion, she strained with all her might to slam the door shut.
Shen Ru's brows twitched hard twice at the sight.
Even if they closed the door now, breaking it down would be no problem for Sheng Ziyao and Meng Yizhi. Besides, they had arrived late, and Shen Ru didn't know whether the game's restrictions would apply to them.
If this could resolve those problems once and for all, that would be fine.
If not, closing the door now would only plant a time bomb for him.
At that thought, Shen Ru hurriedly called out to stop her.
"Stop! Open the door!"
The moment he finished speaking, Qiu Wen saw Shen Ru run straight toward the glass railing. He planted a foot on the handrail and leaped, decisive and utterly without hesitation.
His vivid red eyes gleamed. With his head and back facing downward, his waist curved into a graceful arch, posing like a devoted sacrifice to a god.
Perhaps in the very next second, this gorgeous rose would fall into an unknown multiplier zone.
Body and soul alike would spare no cost, yearning to win this wager.
Mo Yu had accounted for everything. He had even made the decision about the locked door for Shen Ru.
But he had forgotten the