HotKid3000's [Fire Bullets] had easily hit Night Knight on his chest, abdomen and thighs, sending him backwards and granting Spectre some breathing space.
Spectre was both relieved and shocked, the former being because he was saved and the latter because of who saved him.
Considering that he had rejected HotKid3000's offer to join his party, he wouldn't expect him to come to his rescue.
Spectre heaved a sigh and looked at HotKid3000, who was standing before him.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
HotKid3000 gave him a sidelong glance and smiled.
"I did warn about other players," HotKid3000 answered. "And you sure as hell are not a good listener. So I followed you here because I suspected this would happen."
"Hey!" a voice interrupted their conversation. It was Mamba.
"Redhead bastard! What's your deal!" Mamba blared at the red-haired player.
HotKid3000 grinned at the large-nosed player and pointed a finger at him.
