The Arsenal became hell at the start, especially on the first floor.

"Diiiie!"

"Ah, fuck!"

"Agh!"

Thwack! Thwack!

Blood gushed out everywhere like a medieval warzone. Besides the basement, the only weapons scattered around were bows, knives, and low-tier guns.

A mountain of corpses formed at the stairs and only three or four players remained.

They stopped fighting each other at this point because there was more than enough equipment for everyone in the basement.

"Let's just go, peacefully."

"Sounds good."

"Yes, yes."

The Arsenal had been hell and enough blood had been shed.

However, they suddenly heard an engine approaching. It seemed like the Arsenal would turn into hell again.

"What the?"

They could see a motorcycle’s silhouette in the distance.

Vrooom.

It headed towards them with zero hesitation.

"What the?"

Who would drive a motorcycle through here?

Thud!

The motorcycle tossed a player across the room and he couldn’t...