Young Master Mo sneered and kicked the person over, "Stop playing dumb with me!"
The individual crashed into their wound, crying out in pain. Young Master Mo, visibly impatient, took out a gun-like prop and pulled the trigger. The Zone 013 player's voice vanished as a transparent bullet pierced through their skull.
"I hate people who pretend to be ignorant when they know. I'm looking for Midsummer Night's River of Stars; this person is a player from Zone 013. How dare you claim you don't know them?"
That statement was rather absurd. Zone 013 might not have many people, but even so, it was still a subzone. Moreover, the islands were scattered, and it's not uncommon for people never to meet each other in a lifetime. How would these people hiding in Butterfly Bone Town, who rely on hunting Outer District people for survival, know?
