These were two Asian men in their twenties, young but not naively so. Their battle gear silently announced their special professional identities. However, they were currently coated in grime and bloodstains, it was unclear what sort of game they had experienced before this.
Upon their entrance, stunned expressions briefly flashed across their faces before quickly returning to normal. They started walking towards us.
There were no prompts or requests, but grouping was almost a natural human instinct. All the players had unconsciously formed different camps based on skin color and clothing style.
The men naturally approached towards the cluster of Asian players.
Once they noticed Shen Mo, they stopped in their tracks, stared this way, their faces filled with shock.
Bai Youwei noticed them, and quietly posed a question to the Shen Mo at her side: "Do you know them?"
"Yes." Shen Mo gave a slight nod. "They were my subordinates."
