Hai Luwei was surprised to find that the moment the broadcast ended, he was the only one present who had calmed down, even just a little.
The broadcast was a boulder dropped into everyone's mind, instantly sending out countless silent, emotional ripples—everyone's but Hai Luwei's.
He couldn't care less about players or games.
All he cared about was whether he could use Mai Mingle's distraction as a chance to escape from under her and save his own skin.
The resident, Mai Mingle, seemed not to have expected her name to be called, much less the content of the broadcast.
This time, she truly forgot all about killing him. She stood up straight, both of her heads turning toward the car in unison. Her confusion was so thick it seemed to radiate from the very hair on the back of her heads.
"...Hmm?"
Hai Luwei remained on the ground, not daring to scramble up. Like a beetle, he could only use all four limbs to scuttle backward, desperately stifling his trembling gasps.
"Player?"
