Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 590 Eight Guests

Chapter 590: Chapter 590 Eight Guests

When Huang Junjie was pushed aside, he felt something was off. It wasn’t until the elevator started moving downward that he realized Tan Yang wasn’t with him. He tried to press the stop button on the elevator, but the control panel was completely blocked, and the players in front didn’t seem to have any intention of moving.

Just as Huang Junjie withdrew his hand, someone next to him grabbed the person blocking the control panel, "What are you doing in the way? We want to go down."

Huang Junjie looked up in shock, only to see Sima Xiao’er remove his mask and slap the buttons, lighting up most of the floors.

The people in the elevator, who were facing the door, now all turned their heads and silently stared at him, creating a rather eerie scene.

Sima Xiao’er was not intimidated and instead said, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen people take an elevator?"

Guan Zuhong and Xiao Zhang, who were with him, were somewhat nervous. Huang Junjie wanted to give a warning, but he didn’t dare to open his mouth as he couldn’t tell whether the people nearby were Twin Snakes members or other players.

The elevator opened and closed, closed and opened, and when it stopped on the sixth floor, everyone inside suddenly moved, pushing and shoving their way out. Sima Xiao’er, who wanted to stay, was also forcibly pushed out by someone holding his shoulder. When he looked up, he saw several black-robed figures standing outside.

One of them said, "Please come with us."

Sima Xiao’er had no intention of going, but the masked players around him forcefully carried him to follow the persons in black robes.

"Where are you taking us?" Sima Xiao’er shouted, "What does Twin Snakes actually want to do?!"

No one paid any attention to him, but immediately after, he discovered he couldn’t speak anymore and turned his head to look for Guan Zuhong. However, everyone around him had on identical masks, making it impossible to tell who was who. After a fruitless search, he had no choice but to give up.

Huang Junjie, pretending to be unaware, followed the group. When they reached a large door, another line of people came from the other end of the corridor. The leaders in black robes exchanged greetings, then opened the door. The next second, the three white-masked players opposite and Sima Xiao’er’s group were pushed into the room.

Thinking he hadn’t been exposed, Huang Junjie turned to flee, but when he rushed to the door, he hit an invisible wall, bounced back several meters, and knocked over another player before coming to a stop. He leaned against the edge of a table and looked towards the door in astonishment.

"Are you okay?" the player he had knocked over came over, speaking in not very fluent Mandarin, with several strands of prayer beads hanging from his hand.

Huang Junjie gave him a glance before standing up and surveyed the surrounding environment.

The dining room, overly spacious, had only a long table where four white-masked players sat. There were also ten black-robed figures standing by the windows on both sides of the room, all of them in a contemplative stance.

"Aren’t we only missing four people?" a female player sitting by the table spoke up.

"Four white masks, isn’t that just right?" another male player said.

With Sima Xiao’er and the player with prayer beads, along with the two who came with him, there were exactly eight white-masked players and eight chairs.

Guan Zuhong, Xiao Zhang, and Huang Junjie, who had different colored masks, were an excess.

"What on earth is going on?" Guan Zuhong asked the others, "Why have they brought us here?"

"Haven’t you figured it out yet? These people are up to no good; otherwise, they wouldn’t have sealed the doors and windows." Xiao Zhang swung his arm, grabbed a whip, and lashed out backward at the person in a black robe closest to the window.

The person in the black robe remained motionless, but the carpet beneath his feet suddenly rose up, wrapped around the whip, and then swirled toward Xiao Zhang, rolling him up in the blink of an eye.

"Xiao Zhang!" Guan Zuhong dashed forward in a few quick strides, catching him. He swiftly slashed twice at the exterior, but the carpet kept tightening. Not to mention pulling the person out, even the holes he made near the mouth and nose shifted position instantly.

Sima Xiao’er ran over, took out a water gun, and squirted the carpet twice with it. The spots touched by the blue liquid immediately shriveled and crumbled at a light tap.

The two successfully rescued the person, but the nearby person in a black robe suddenly made a move. Two black nets descended from above, covering the trio, then automatically tightened, trapping them securely.

After struggling a few steps forward, Sima Xiao’er was forcefully pressed to the ground. He cursed loudly in frustration but, to no avail, could not make a sound, satisfying himself only with mouthing the words.

With this scene, no one dared say the Twin Snakes Organization wasn’t harboring ulterior motives. The players, both standing and sitting, all became alert, stealthily gripping their props in hand.

At this moment, the door inside the restaurant opened, and a person in a gray robe walked out, followed by several in black robes carrying chairs. After arranging the chairs properly, the person in a gray robe formally invited everyone to sit down, and explained the earlier incident, "It was all a misunderstanding. We only invited eight players originally. These few were trying to stir up trouble by sneaking in, so we had no choice."

With that, he gestured for the black-robed persons to retract their props and release the individuals, "Only the eight friends wearing white masks are guests of the Twin Snakes. Please, see them out."

Sima Xiao’er and the others hadn’t recovered from their shock when Huang Junjie hesitated, about to speak, but a white-masked figure standing by the table intervened, "You say you invite guests, then send them away as you please. I think none of us need to stay any longer, it’s clear this is a trap."

Hearing this familiar voice, Huang Junjie and Sima Xiao’er looked over at once.

Xu Huo’s gaze swept over the player with the prayer beads and then continued to incite the others, "This resort isn’t Twin Snakes’ territory. We’re all players here using this place to trade freely, coming and going as we please. You have no right to detain or dismiss us."

"We’re all players, so why does the Twin Snakes put on such airs? Do you think you can just lock us in here with your props? Don’t forget we still have tickets!"

Hearing his words, the players, who were somewhat constrained by the earlier intimidation, echoed in agreement, "Speak up if there is an issue, let’s fight if necessary; what’s with all this sneaky business?"

The person in the gray robe looked at Xu Huo with an unkind expression and then chuckled, "I was not aware of everyone’s doubts, but the invitation list was not decided by us."

He walked to the back wall, reached out, and pulled down the red cloth covering it. Behind the cloth were three framed oil paintings, each depicting a different scene. From left to right, the first painting showed a great fire consuming the world, with countless people perishing in the flames. The second depicted the emergence of three luminous figures from the seeds of fire, extinguishing the blaze wherever they appeared. The third showed these three radiant figures spreading their light to all corners, completely eliminating the fire, with millions of suffering people kneeling at their feet in allegiance.

"It has a strong religious vibe," said the player with the prayer beads, moving in front of the paintings and awkwardly mimicking a religious gesture. He asked the person in the gray robe enthusiastically, "Is this a newly established religion? Do you need devotees?"

Compared to others, this player’s enthusiasm was ridiculous. The person in the gray robe glanced at the prayer beads, crosses, and other items in his hand, pretended not to hear, and turned to address the others, "Actually, these are three prophetic paintings."