At this moment, the plastic lid on the convenience cup noodles thrown on the train floor by the young man with dark circles constantly had scratches protruding, as if a wild cat inside was trying to escape.
And the peach drink tossed aside by the short-haired girl in sportswear eerily rolled and bounced back and forth on the floor, as if it had a life of its own.
The five players saw this situation and knew something was about to happen, so they took out their weapons to prepare for battle. Being veterans among the players, they were not afraid to face enemies, each appearing very calm.
"It should just be two little ghosts, leave them to me."
As everyone was preparing to fight, the oily-faced middle-aged man suddenly relaxed his expression and stepped forward, asking the others to let him handle the current situation.
