The ticket seller pulled back his hand as if it had been jolted by electricity.
Gu Mian: "..."
The commotion naturally drew the attention of the squad stationed nearby. Several of them standing by the wall turned their gaze over.
Gu Mian's hand was still raised in mid-air, but he hadn't received anything, creating an awkward atmosphere.
The man who was in line before Gu Mian had just received an instance ticket and was preparing to enter the instance with a bitter face. However, before he could enter, he heard the ticket seller's angry roar and was now looking over here in confusion.
The people queued up behind Gu Mian and his companions craned their necks, their faces full of confusion.
"Aren't you going to give me the ticket?" Gu Mian lowered his voice, sounding much like a villain plotting in a dark corner.
Fatty saw the ticket seller, stunned at first, and then his whole head started shaking. It shook like a rattle drum.
