Chapter 115: The Hell Bus Carrying 18 People.

The middle-aged woman's voice was laden with uncontrollable fear, but as her voice trailed off, a mocking laugh echoed through the carriage from an unknown source.

Even Old Gao looked impassively towards the next person.

Being a veteran of the Jianghu, he had seen too many of these tricks—starting by placing oneself in a disadvantaged position to make people unconsciously overlook her, then delivering a fatal strike at a crucial moment to snatch the best reward, or having teammates explore ahead.

He despised this kind of toxic element the most.

In his eyes, this middle-aged woman was just that—how could anyone in their right mind accept an invitation to an unknown event without first checking what it was?

Was she trying to fool a fool?

As a level 21 archer, how could she not know how dangerous the world was?

Or to say she had reached level 21, how could she possibly be brainless?

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Soon—