Xu Huo almost wanted to praise him for his boldness, but he clearly didn't understand the situation.
He'd been through several Rank-C instances by now. Aside from those with large arenas where players might run into each other, most closed-space instances didn't have so many formidable NPCs. With the combat strength of the Lame Butcher, the Raincoat Cleaner, or the High Heels, any one of them on their own could crush an ordinary Rank-C Player—with so many deaths at night, it's no wonder. For people strong enough to be a boss themselves to gather freely like this, Xu Huo had only seen it in one place: the Dimension Train.
Staff on the train generally didn't fight players, but anyone with eyes could see how strong they were. Whether their power came from themselves or was enhanced by the game, these unpaid workers gathered on the train because they had official support.
