Father hadn't expected Taoist to be the one to snap back at him.
He had prepared himself for a rebuttal from Zhao Xun or Afro, but Taoist was the first to speak, which caught him by surprise.
Taoist had seemed quite good-tempered before. It was hard to imagine him lashing out like this.
Before Father could respond, Zhao Xun spoke too. "If you really die, you should reflect on why you're so weak instead of blaming others for failing to protect you."
His words were far more direct and much less polite than Taoist's.
That single sentence left Father so choked up that he could barely breathe.
Not only could he not beat Zhao Xun in a fight, he couldn't win an argument against him either. All he could do was glare and stew.
Faced with such an overwhelming difference in strength, he wouldn't let anger go to his head, no matter what. He didn't dare say anything against Zhao Xun recklessly.
That was precisely why, even when making his snide remarks earlier, he had only dared say "you people" rather than single out Zhao Xun.
Little Green's fate was the best example of what happened when someone specifically targeted Zhao Xun.
Seeing the atmosphere sour, Monk spoke up again to ease the tension. "We've dealt with all four dead players. There are two child ghosts and four adult ghosts left. I suggest we take a break before continuing."
"I agree." Taoist smoothly picked up the topic. "I haven't eaten since entering the game. I'm starving."
Nobody objected, so everyone sat down right there in the second-floor hallway to rest and eat.
Zhao Xun had eaten earlier and wasn't hungry, so he simply sat and rested.
Afro had eaten too, but he had thrown it all up and was now