The corridor was bustling with people.
Passengers who just finished dinner or watched the fireworks were returning to their cabins in twos and threes.
Many still had a trace of excitement on their faces, and without exception, they all talked about the miraculous massacre in the Ghost Hunting Ground that afternoon.
"Fifteen! In less than a minute! I nearly popped my eyeballs out!"
"Captain of the Hidden Dragon Plan... truly lives up to the name! Damn fierce!"
"You guys didn't see the blade! Whoa! It's like a living dragon! Crunching one by one!"
"I heard Manager Wang's face turned green at the time! Hahaha!"
"This is a true genius! Compared to Captain Fang, we old guys have lived like dogs these years!"
The buzz of discussions was filled with awe, exclamation, and a hint of self-deprecation.
Among these chatting passengers were some Tier Two Grandmasters with calm auras.
However.
