"39."
39's tone was cold. He paid no attention to the people before him, his gaze passing over them to settle on the empty section of the carriage.
Wei Yanchi and Beiwei stood up at the same time, speaking in unison. "Mr. 39, please take my seat!"
Then they exchanged displeased looks before turning their eager eyes back to 39.
Um...
Xie De looked at the seats beside them. Almost everyone was gathered around those two spots, watching him with a variety of expressions. Only Huang Zhuowang was grinning stupidly at him, completely unaware of how dangerous it was to have all these big shots together.
He ignored both of them, keeping things perfectly fair.
He went to sit in another corner farther away. Coal Ball sat obediently beside him, wagging his tail. Xie De watched the scenery flash past outside the window, while Coal Ball stared at the others without blinking. His green eyes reflected the carriage lights with an eerie, cold gleam.
Everyone looked away.
Xi Yijiu took no offense at the cold shoulder. He smiled casually and returned to the seats occupied by the Illuminati.
Ying Lin lowered her head and typed rapidly on her phone.
"It's him, the high-ranking Instance NPC whose identity is a mystery. It looks like even the Instance Faction has mobilized for this Desert Treasure. Our chances of getting it aren't high."
"According to the information we were given, most of the others are players from Instances. It seems these players are also acting under the Instances' orders."
Xi Yijiu glanced at his phone, then placed it facedown on the table and smiled at his members. "Let's eat first."
For a moment, an awkward silence fell over the carriage. There was only the quiet sound of chewing, with none of the earlier