Carl and Julian looked at one another, their expressions shifting from idle observers to cold, calculated executors.
"Should I kill him?" Julian asked, his tone as casual as discussing the weather, a terrifying disconnect from the fact that he was talking about executing a human player.
"We are all above Lv500, if we kill him, he'll die for real." Carl said with a flat expression, recognizing that the arrogant player had crossed the line from a mere annoyance to an existential hazard.
The two turned to John simultaneously:
"Then let's kill him together."
They added in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized. But before they could even twitch a muscle or draw a blade:
BANG!!!
