D District.
An iron house surrounded by vines and flowers.
A few groups of people stood at the entrance.
Even though there's usually friction between them, even resulting in fights and grudges, here they all become "steady."
Soon.
The iron door gently opened.
A little wooden man, covered in spikes, was thrown out, falling to pieces on the ground.
"Get out!"
An old woman's voice rang out from inside the iron house.
Bang.
The door slammed shut.
The professionals exchanged glances.
Finally, someone couldn't hold back, and he banged on the wall of the iron house, shouting loudly:
"Witch Cai, we have paid enough according to the rules, why did you abandon the task halfway?"
Thud!
A metal fist emerged from the wall, sending the person flying, rolling dozens of meters, unconscious.
As everyone seethed with anger, the old woman's voice rang out again from the room:
"Get out!"
This time, the voice was filled with murderous intent.
