Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!-Chapter 2112: Are You Harassing Me?

Xu Huo chuckled, "Can you believe your own words?"

The player at the stall, seeing him about to leave, immediately blocked his way, "Okay, okay, I’ll sell it to you. Seriously, it’s rare to find someone who knows the value, and the one who does is so calculative... Why don’t I have the luck to meet a Money-Squandering Fairy..."

Xu Huo paid the money and transferred the glass case to the luggage compartment, casually asking, "Is it a woman wearing a floral hat?"

"You know her, do you?" The player, having counted the money, quickly said, "It’s great if you know her. She’s been going around with a small bag of money, putting down deposits everywhere. Some people took the opportunity to sell her unsalable Level D and Level E goods. I reckon she’s been scammed out of all her money by now. Who knows if those jewelry pieces will still be on her when she leaves the market..."

Xu Huo continued walking forward and soon saw the Girl in the painting surrounded by people. Her backpack was indeed empty, but many were still trying to sell her local specialties or strangely shaped crafts.

"I have no money, I have no money, I have no money..." Her communicator kept repeating the same phrase, but instead of being discouraged, the people beside her pointed to the gemstone ring on her hand and said, "You can use this to trade, we’ll take a small loss!"

The Girl in the painting rolled her eyes, "Do you really think I’m stupid? Your stuff is neither a prop nor an instrument. I saw them in the gift shop when I came, not even worth fifty White Notes. My gemstone ring was bought for eight thousand White Notes!"

The shop owner who suggested the trade threw his items behind him and pulled out another trinket, "If you don’t like that, it’s okay. You can take a look at this, it’s absolutely unique!"

The Girl in the painting glanced down at it, then looked back at the seller’s face, raising her communicator, "This isn’t worth a gemstone ring either, but if you add your life to it, I think it might just be fair."

The crowd’s expressions changed slightly, and most players couldn’t bear to peddle to her. Most were local small vendors, not very strong individuals, and they fell silent. Then someone said, "You... don’t act recklessly, we have many players maintaining order here!"

"So what?" The Girl in the painting remained unfazed, "I can kill them all."

The crowd quickly retreated, and someone still said, "Kill them? Do you know how many players there are in Peace City?"

"So what?" The Girl in the painting repeated, "I can kill them all."

The repeated sentences carried entirely different meanings. If she wasn’t slightly unhinged, she might genuinely have the strength to take on all the players in the city. But from her unchanged expression, it was impossible to tell if her words were bravado or sincere...

The small vendors dispersed entirely, and some particularly cautious players also quietly left, to avoid truly encountering a madman. Meanwhile, Peace City players, who had been vigilantly observing, increased their presence near the free market and kept a close eye on the Girl in the painting.

Without looking at the players who appeared openly or in hiding around, Xu Huo waved to the Girl in the painting.

The Girl in the painting walked over briskly, indicating she had her eye on several props and needed him to pay for them.

The Girl in the painting couldn’t use props like players, so she was interested in flashy little gadgets, mainly focused on being "fun" and "pretty." Yet even then, some props she couldn’t use.

Therefore, when Xu Huo went back to check, he made a selection, leaving most but buying a few wearable items as decorative props.

The Girl in the painting soon lost interest in "shopping" and, hearing others talk about an underground fight, dragged Xu Huo to watch.

Raised in a childlike manner with social education, she didn’t quite understand human emotional changes, nor why people got so excited watching bloody, violent matches.

"Why are they so happy seeing blood?" The Girl in the painting asked, snacking on treats sold at the arena, glancing at the blood-drenched contestants on stage and then at the saliva-spraying audience below.

"Different interests, perhaps," Xu Huo replied.

The Girl in the painting nodded and soon lost interest again, spotting kids playing with rocks in a corner and joining them, paying fifty White Notes for the chance to participate.

While she was having fun, a player tapped her shoulder from behind, inviting her to play upstairs and pointing to a man seated above.

The Girl in the painting didn’t even look up, waving off the player to indicate she wasn’t going.

The man upstairs showed no expression, but the player’s face darkened and he attempted to forcibly drag the Girl in the painting to the stairs.

The Girl in the painting became annoyed and manipulated scattered flyers into the player like a mini tornado, leaving jagged marks on the ground, nearby walls, and ceiling. Yet, the player dodged successfully with a defensive barrier.

After maintaining a few meters’ distance, the Girl in the painting typed a word into her communicator: "Screw off!"

Nonetheless, she couldn’t keep playing because the kids had left, leaving her slightly disappointed and deciding to leave. Unexpectedly, a few players approached, determined to invite her upstairs.

The Girl in the painting hesitated for a moment before asking via her communicator, "Are you trying to be perverts?"

A later player chuckled, "Our young master just wants to invite you for a drink, no other intentions."

The Girl in the painting nodded, "Oh, not being perverts then. I don’t feel like drinking now. Lucky you’re not being perverts, otherwise, I’d have to kill you to leave."

Under the watchful eyes of several players, she bypassed them heading towards Xu Huo’s spot, but stopped after two steps because a syringe had pierced the back of her hand.

The vibrant and faintly luminescent potion was conspicuous even in the dim arena light, and it was nothing good. But it worked fast, perfect for ambushing players.

Players seemed accustomed to this method and awaited the moment the potion took effect.

Yet before their eyes, the Girl in the painting pulled the syringe from her hand, looking up at them, "I’m sure now, you are trying to be perverts."

As her words fell, all the flyers in the venue floated up. Though not yet swirling around, a portion of them clearly targeted the players in front of her and those concentrated on the second floor.

Simultaneously, Xu Huo also discarded the syringe flying toward him. In the next second, he was on the second floor. In the bewildered and tense gazes of surrounding players, he clamped down on the "young master’s" shoulder, "So hospitable, what do you want with us?"