The woman player with the cold, hard face immediately retorted to his words, then got up and sat a little farther away, occupying a separate section of the carriage.
"Little brother, you're a Warrior, perfect to pair with me, a Mage. Why not come over to my side?"
Seeing the uncooperative opponent, the oily-faced middle-aged man looked towards Wang Zhifan, who was not too far away, hoping he would come a little closer.
"I'm close enough already. I'll step in if something happens."
Wang Zhifan smiled back at him but did not intend to do as he said.
"Alright then... Your words put me at ease, little brother."
The oily-faced middle-aged man did not insist after Wang Zhifan refused, and he didn't even ask the remaining short-haired, slender female player, probably knowing it was futile to ask.
