"Hey, Blood Lion Roar, your days of robbing everywhere are over, give me the stuff."
"If you want it, you'll have to come and take it yourself. You know the rules."
Artillery roared, smoke billowed, and deafening explosions echoed along the walls and ground, causing the distant crystal chandelier to sway incessantly.
Similar dialogues were unfolding everywhere in Demon City.
Players with bloodshot eyes were plundering, stealing, and even killing each other. The castle buildings collapsed and are rebuilt on their own.
The Cadillac raced through the crisscrossing corridors, with drones following behind, shooting lasers to scan the terrain.
"The bad news is, others are getting crazier. At first, they focused on robbery, sparing lives as long as they handed over their stuff. Now they are forcing people to join gangs to rob other players."
White Horse Tombstone paused, "The good news is, it's convenient for us to act during the chaos."
