Behind that man were several figures dressed in black armor. Their posture was stiff, their aura concealed, and the way they stood made Gabriel's expression turn colder.
Deleters.
A squad created to remove NPCs who became too troublesome or caused disruption in the game. Gabriel had faced them before, so he knew how dangerous they were. They were not normal players, and they were not ordinary people of this world either.
Torin seemed to notice the same thing.
His eyes moved from the spectacled man to the armored figures behind him. His expression changed slightly, not from fear, but from anger and caution.
"You are not like the otherworlders, but I can feel it. You are still one of them."
The spectacled man smiled faintly. "That is one way to put it."
Flames flickered around Torin's fingers. "How did you find this place?"
The man in the suit did not answer immediately. He only adjusted his sleeve with a calm motion.
