"If you can't afford it, you still have to pay. Don't think you can just walk away from your debts. It's your responsibility, and you're going to bear it. I'm telling you! If you exit the game, we'll chase you down to your doorstep in reality!"
Zhao Han wished she could strangle these two. She belonged to the Tenth Legion, Group Twelve of the Dawn Guild, with a total of fifteen thousand players in her group, three thousand of whom were elite fighters. Over five hundred had been lost in one fell swoop, and she had no idea how to explain this to the Legion Leader.
"Big sister, this guy seems to be from the Wuji Guild. He has the Wuji Guild's insignia on him."
A woman with sharp eyes pointed out nearby.
"Even better, let the Wuji Guild pay!"
Zhao Han said viciously.
"Please spare me, though I am from the Wuji Guild. I'm just a squad leader; they definitely won't pay so much money for me."
Sun Duoxiang replied with tears and snot running down his face.
