Having tallied the gains from the recent skirmish, Xiao Jie once again looked at the three individuals, who were currently standing motionless by two bodies, an air of inexplicable solemnity around them.
It seemed like they were mourning in silence—though, it was also possible that they were talking to the dead on the phone.
Xiao Jie suddenly felt reflective: happiness and sorrow really do differ drastically from one person to another. Those three were likely lamenting their narrow escape, whereas the two dead probably were crying out to the heavens.
As for himself, he felt no ripples in his heart over the players who had died before him, even felt a little joy because of the two nice pieces of loot that had just dropped.
Had he seen too much death and turned cold-blooded, or was he just not a naturally sentimental person?
