Chapter 2559: What Kind of Decent Person Kneels to Apologize
Shi Potian originally thought saying this would threaten the other party, but unexpectedly, the person opposite let out a cold laugh. "Then stand up!"
The moment the words fell, Shi Potian's legs snapped straight as if caught in a clamp, and he stood up. The oppressive force that had forced the other players to sit vanished instantly. One player, who had been holding a glass of water for a while, set it down. "Show him out."
The next second, Shi Potian was slammed out of the carriage by a powerful force, landing in the transition car behind him.
The player who had chased him over naturally followed. As the long blade swung down, a faint golden defensive barrier appeared on Shi Potian. With a "bang," the blade clashed against the barrier—and the former snapped in two!
The expression of the blade-wielding player shifted. Looking at the cowardly figure crouching on the ground with his head covered, he grew even more furious, convinced this was just Shi Potian playing the fool to hide his strength. The man bypassed him and quickly returned to his own carriage, tossing back a distant remark: "I'll let you off this time!"
Shi Potian lowered his hands that had been shielding his head and looked up. "He's gone?"
Sister Zhong told him to get up. "Another bully who fears the strong. He's already run two carriages away by now."
Shi Potian breathed a sigh of relief, wiped non-existent sweat from his brow, and said, "These people are way too violent. They want to fight over just a few wrong words. Can't we all sit down and communicate properly? What's there that can't be discussed..."
Before he could finish, he saw Sister Zhong's expression change, and he quickly shut his mouth.
"If you're not welcome, then stop stirring up trouble." The others in the carriage were naturally dissatisfied with him too.
Shi Potian knew when to bend and when to stand firm. He quickly apologized, his posture perfectly deferential.
"Miss, you look a lot like my ex-girlfriend from two relationships ago. We were supposed to get married, but unfortunately, by the time I got back from the instance, she had already died of illness." A man dressed very meticulously sat across from Painting Woman, propping his cheek on one hand as he smiled at her. "She was the fifth girlfriend I wanted to marry, but beauty has a short life. Seeing you today feels like reliving our sweet memories."
"How I miss her. So much so that ever since, I can't help but stop whenever I see a woman who resembles her even a little. But among all of them, you're the one who looks the most like her. Do I have the honor of knowing your name?"
Painting Woman finally looked up, raised her communicator, and said, "No."
The man's performative desire was strong. He clutched his chest and said, "Rejecting me so directly... You really are just like her! More and more captivating."
"Ugh!" A female player at the next table let out a dry heave.
The man's expression shifted. He turned his head. "If you're pregnant, go to the bathroom to throw up."
The female player wiped her mouth. "I don't know why, but it feels like the whole carriage is filled with the smell of grease."
She tilted her head and smiled at the man. "Seeing a woman dry heave and immediately assuming she's pregnant—you must have a lot of experience. Have you been pregnant yourself?"
"I've heard that in some districts, men can get pregnant too. With your breeding urges so strong, you'd be a huge hit there."
The man dropped his previous debauched demeanor, his eyes turning cold as he stared at her for two seconds. Then his gaze shifted to her abdomen. "Women who get pregnant in the game are rare."
The female player stroked her belly. "Then let me show you something new."
Neither side backed down, and the atmosphere in the carriage grew tense again. Just as another fight seemed imminent, a "Instance Clear Failed" notification suddenly rang out.
Hearing this sound, several players in the carriage jolted upright as if triggered, but the sound had nothing to do with the instance—it came from Painting Woman's communicator.
She had failed to clear it again. Frustrated, she smacked the communicator and leaned over to Xu Huo, asking him to clear it for her.
"Play it yourself." Xu Huo stood up, intending to go rest in the room at the corner of the carriage. Painting Woman refused, grabbing his arm and refusing to let go, with an attitude that said she wouldn't release him unless he helped.
"Miss, I'll play it for you." The playboy reached out to take Painting Woman's communicator, but she slapped his hand away with quick reflexes.
The playboy didn't mind and even brought his hand to his nose, savoring the scent.
Painting Woman narrowed her eyes. The next second, the paper toys from her backpack flew out like arrows, shooting straight at the man opposite.
The playboy floated back lightly, smiling. "Miss, you've got quite the temper..."
Before he could finish, a soft "apologize" came from the front. Somehow, the man's knees buckled, and he slammed to the ground, his forehead hitting the floor hard as he shouted, "I'm sorry!"
The carriage fell silent. Not just the playboy himself or the watching players—even Xu Huo was startled. The effect of this item was a bit too strong. And did an apology require kneeling?
Whether others knelt when apologizing or not, this playboy certainly did. The moment his head hit the floor, he snapped back to his senses. For a moment, he didn't know whether to kill someone in rage or find a crack to crawl into. After a pause, he stood up, his eyes burning with murderous intent as he stared at Xu Huo.
"What?" Xu Huo raised an eyebrow. "Want to apologize again?"
"You're ruthless!" The playboy opened the front carriage door and left.
"Brother, your trait really knows how to draw hatred," Shi Potian couldn't help but say. "An advanced player—forget making him kneel in public, even making him sit down would hurt his pride. You'd better watch out; he'll definitely come back for revenge."
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"I just told him to apologize. Who knew he'd kneel?" Xu Huo said flatly. "Maybe it's a regional custom."
"I'll go kill him," Painting Woman said, already putting her paper toys away.
"Next time," Xu Huo said. "If he comes back to cause trouble, kill him."
With that, he turned and entered the room, closing the door behind him, cutting off all probing gazes.
After setting up several layers of protection, Xu Huo activated his trait, "Home Field Perspective."
Lines of text began to appear on the paper.
The earlier part about the Cat Whisker Fruit journey wasn't worth mentioning—it was basically what had happened. The changes only started from the United Capital.
"...Saying he doesn't want it, but deep down, he might really want it. Otherwise, why would Xu Huo so easily enter the district government? Maybe, like all greedy people, he sees something good and wants to take it for himself..."
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"...The items in the instance aren't that easy to deal with, especially since many of these spaces can't use tickets. This might be a peculiarity of the super instance itself, or it could be a special trait of the space the instance occupies... In any case, when Xu Huo crossed spaces multiple times with the people from District 001, one or two of the spaces they entered were completely different from the previous metal forest and metal city. They didn't seem to be within the super instance's grounds..."
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"Chaotic time-space forces might record the entire crime scene. Xu Huo knows this, but he still clings to hope."
"Clinging to hope won't bring good luck; it might just lead to an early, creative death."