Fire Yang: "..."
After a while, two players, roughly around thirty years old and quite unremarkable in appearance, arrived in front of Fire Yang to report.
"Hmm, I heard neither of you are afraid of pain?"
The latter clicked his tongue, then took out a gray warhammer from his backpack, looking serious.
One of them, a slightly balding orc guy, grinned and waved his hand, saying, "Oh, the game weakens the sense of pain so much, how painful can it get?"
The human male next to him, who looked a bit handsome, nodded and added, "Besides, both of us have turned on the minor sensory protection."
Fire Yang: "..."
After a good while, realizing he seemed to have found two like-minded individuals for Cui Xiaoyu, Fire Yang cleared his throat and asked, "What are your names again?"
"Boss, I'm called Iron Head Skill."
The balding orc player chuckled.
"Oh! I got it."
Fire Yang's eyes lit up, and he clapped hard while looking at the other person, "Are you called Diamond Leg?"
