In the city of H, Sean was holding a narrow sword in one hand, pointing it at the figure clad in a red cloak, with a red demon mask on his face. "The rules just descended, you can't kill people!" he said.
"Hehe."
The figure in the demon mask scoffed. His laughter was chilling as it echoed out from behind his mask, "Such a shame, the rules descended at the worst time, Sean. You really deserve to die... Do you see the zombies over there? I can cripple you and let it bite you. When you turn into a zombie, I can kill you~"
"Do you really have to kill for a robbery?"
Sean was scared, trembling with anger, but life was more important. He said, "The rules have not yet opened for free trade of currency, even if I wanted to give you gold coins, I can't. Can't I pay you tomorrow when the trade line opens?"
"My time is very valuable, how could I wait that long~ Besides, how can I leave a root of trouble?"
