Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 1031: Can’t Beat Them Means Just Can’t Beat Them

Chapter 1031: Chapter 1031: Can’t Beat Them Means Just Can’t Beat Them

"You all do as you please." Xu Huo closed the book and no longer seemed as eager to leave as before, but of course, not all because he was injured.

Not having received his support, Liang Zong and Ding Xiang were quite disappointed, but together with Chi Minghong, none of them could gain an advantage over the local players, the injured lip-ringed player, and Zhou Yuanzhu. The player with the spots could barely move, so he could temporarily be ruled out.

"The three of us against the three of you, we may not lose," Ding Xiang said. "There’s no reason for you guys to have all the advantages. Since you have no sincerity, we might as well all end up hurt!"

"All end up hurt?" The lip-ringed player gave a cold laugh, "Just the two of you?"

Liang Zong and Ding Xiang paused, turning their heads to see Chi Minghong had at some point stepped away from their side, looking at them just like the lip-ringed player and others.

"Sorry to disturb," Chi Minghong said with a smile, "I also want to go upstairs."

Four against two, Liang Zong and Ding Xiang had little chance of winning.

Since they couldn’t stop them, it was a matter of who had better luck; almost at the same time, except for the tied-up Teacher Fan and the movement-limited spotted player, everyone else dashed upstairs at the fastest speed.

After a while, the spotted player also left, leaving only Xu Huo and Teacher Fan in the lobby.

Teacher Fan stubbornly tried to get rid of the prop tied to him, always fidgeting covertly. Xu Huo pretended not to notice and kept reading his book until Teacher Fan successfully removed the prop’s ropes.

"Do you have enemies in District 002?" Teacher Fan took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "Someone chased you into the instance, I suppose there are people waiting outside, too."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have suddenly changed his mind and stopped urging other players to clear the level.

Xu Huo swapped to another book and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, "I suggest you talk less."

Teacher Fan laughed, "They all think you’re a Rank-B player, but I don’t think so. How exactly did you kill the glasses-wearing man?"

"Curious?" Xu Huo looked up, glancing at him, "Want to try?"

Teacher Fan couldn’t be certain of his attitude and tested, "It must not have been easy, otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten such serious injuries."

"It’s a serious wound, but dealing with you is still very simple." Xu Huo switched to another book.

Teacher Fan carefully watched his movements, gauging with his eyes, as if judging how severe his injuries were, but until someone returned downstairs, he didn’t make a move.

The first one down was Chi Minghong, who cheerfully said, "My luck isn’t bad, found one right after going upstairs, no need to crowd with others."

"What number?" Xu Huo asked.

"Number one." Chi Minghong replied while moving towards the pile of books, but after taking only two steps, she suddenly lunged towards Teacher Fan on the opposite side with an explosive stride.

Having freed himself, Teacher Fan tore off the ropes that were still seemingly tied on him, raising a large hammer to meet her Red Sword!

"Bang!" The two props collided, emitting a piercing sound, and after a moment’s deadlock, both parties retreated and simultaneously threw props at each other.

Chi Minghong threw an offensive prop, and Teacher Fan used a restraining prop, but both had little effect due to the other’s defensive props, instead damaging many books in the hall!

"What are you doing!" Liang Zong quickly rushed down, using a distance Defense Prop to shift the fighting pair away. However, unfortunately, Xu Huo was sitting beside them, and when the prop was activated, he was also moved to the edge of the lobby.

Seeing this, Liang Zong hesitated for a moment, just like the other players who followed close behind, their expressions carried a bit of disbelief, but they quickly covered it up.

Fighting a Rank-B player wasn’t easy. Xu Huo was seriously injured, and they guessed his props must have suffered a lot of loss as well; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been unable to avoid such a simple prop effect.

"I advise you all to be smart," the lip-ringed player sneered, "Do you really think someone who can kill a Rank-B player would fall to be counter-killed by an ordinary Rank-C Player?"

"One or two might not be a match, but there are so many of us..." the spotted player’s breathing quickened.

"I’m not getting involved." The local player voluntarily stepped back.

The spotted player looked at him with contempt, then turned his gaze to the others. Except for the local player, the lip-ringed player, and Chi Minghong, who stood by Xu Huo, the rest of them were all tempted.

The first to act was Teacher Fan; his fight with Chi Minghong was merely a pretense, and he hadn’t had the chance to test Xu Huo’s strength due to being preempted by Liang Zong. Now the situation was clear!

"It’s mine!" He approached Xu Huo with the fastest speed, laughing uncontrollably, but the laughter lasted less than a second before abruptly stopping, as the seven pairs of eyes present saw his head slide down from the neck—literally slide down, his neck cut through by a fine thread, smooth as a hot knife through butter!

Blood gushed out, and Xu Huo, who was just over a meter away from the body, didn’t get a drop on him. There was a spherical protective shield around his body, and the blood poured down the shield to the ground.

"Thud!" Teacher Fan’s body fell to the ground, while Xu Huo moved his finger slightly, shaking off a few drops of blood from the thread and sat back down on the couch before saying to the few pale-faced people, "You can continue clearing the level now."

Let alone those who had hoped to take advantage of the situation, even the local player and the lip-ringed player who had intended to stay out of it were somewhat disheartened. If they had seen correctly, Xu Huo hadn’t moved just now, and the thread for the prop had been pre-arranged. Not to mention when he arranged it, why didn’t they see it before Teacher Fan ran into it?

With a player’s vision, it wasn’t hard to see a thread as thick as a hair, but it didn’t seem like it was hidden by a prop. If the prop was hidden, they wouldn’t be able to see the thread after the murder either. It felt like an inconspicuous object placed in a corner; not noticeable when overlooked, it seemed to blend into the surroundings, no one paying attention until they realized: indeed, there was something else here.

This didn’t feel like the traceless sensation brought by a prop.

However, everyone didn’t linger on it for long because they couldn’t beat him either way.

"Have you all collected the slips of paper?" Chi Minghong turned the page with a pleased expression.

"Now, each of us has a slip of paper," Zhou Yuanzhu said, "But the numbers don’t match."

The local player held Chi Minghong’s number 5, the lip-ringed player held the just-deceased Teacher Fan’s number 8, the spotted player held the glasses-man’s number 14, Chi Minghong held Liang Zong’s number 9, Liang Zong held Zhou Yuanzhu’s number 12, Ding Xiang held the muscle man’s number 7, and Zhou Yuanzhu held number 1.

Excluding the deceased numbers 7, 8, and 14, the slips of paper in the hands of the local player, Chi Minghong, Liang Zong, and Zhou Yuanzhu were useful, and these four could exchange with each other to clear the level.