Mina's eyes flashed with pride: "Josh, we're all players here. How did you get the head chef's favor? Care to share with us?"
The group adopted a stance that suggested they wouldn't let her leave unless she talked.
Josh coughed twice, looking indifferently at the men who intentionally moved closer, then she stepped back two paces, holding her nose: "Please stay away from me, I'm allergic to pig bristles."
The man's face instantly turned sullen: "Josh, don't refuse a toast only to drink punishment. You're alone now—don't cry about being outnumbered later."
Josh chuckled: "Sure."
She tried to pass by but was blocked again.
The group clearly didn't want to let her pass easily.
Solong sized her up: "Such a pretty girl. If we wanted to do something to you, you couldn't resist, right? The game rules allow player fights, you know~"
Just as he finished speaking, the entire corridor suddenly turned a few degrees colder.
