All the players around him were condemning Yang Yi's vile act, as though he had violated some heavenly law.
But in reality, all he had done was crush a House Mouse underfoot.
Any normal person would have made the same choice as Yang Yi, unless... they had become a rat slave, their perceptions warped by the House Mouse's toxin.
Yang Yi stayed on his guard, counting the players around him and memorizing their approximate positions.
There were 425 in total: 282 on the docks and 143 aboard the ships.
Among them were twelve guards who seemed to form a tactical squad.
As for the other ordinary players, their combat strength was still unknown.
These players had not been parasitized for long. There were no obvious mutations on their bodies, and some even looked no different from normal people, their parasitized areas hidden beneath their clothes.
But they were united, seemingly able to distinguish their companions, and directed their hostility squarely at Yang Yi.
"No survivors?"
Yang Yi scanned the crowd but failed to find a single normal person.
All the players approached with ill intent.
They seemed wary of Captain Dijie's strength and fearsome reputation, so they did not readily attack him, limiting themselves to verbal abuse.
But judging by their emotions, it was only a matter of time before they struck.
Yang Yi immediately began searching himself, hoping to find a suitable weapon.
But the result left him dumbfounded.
"Does this captain not carry any melee weapons?"
Yang Yi grumbled, finding a beam rifle in the shoulder bag at his waist.
The rest consisted of a few empty reagent bottles and over a hundred blood bags.
"An opening!"
"Die, Captain Dijie!"
Two people behind Yang Yi could no longer resist attacking. One held a crowbar, while the other wielded