Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Hai's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He took a step forward, and his 1.95-meter height pressed down on Zhang Xiaojie with a tremendous sense of oppression.

"The monster pounced so fast, it took less than two seconds from when it emerged from the fog to when it bit someone. How could I possibly react in time? I rushed forward immediately, didn't you see me punch that monster and send it flying?"

"What's the point of you knocking her away? My sister is already dead!"

Zhang Xiaojie's voice grew even louder, to the point of being hysterical.

"Do you think knocking her away will bring her back to life? Look at her, look at her!"

She pointed to Zhang Xiaowei's body.

Zhang Xiaowei's face had completely lost its color, her bluish-purple lips were slightly parted, her half-open eyes stared blankly at the sky, and blood was still seeping from the wound on her neck that had been torn open by teeth.

Zhao Hai glanced at it, then immediately turned his head away, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"If you're so talented, you should protect us! Didn't you say you were going to lead everyone to survival? Didn't you say you wanted to be the leader? Is this how you lead people to survive?"

Zhang Xiaojie remained relentless; her voice had changed, a mixture of sobs and screams, making it impossible to discern whether it was anger or despair.

Whispers began to circulate among the crowd.

"Zhang Xiaojie's words don't make no mistake... If Zhao Hai had reacted a little faster, he might have really been able to save Zhang Xiaowei..."

"You're talking nonsense! Didn't you see how fast that monster was? Who could react in time?"

"If Zhao Hai wants to be the leader, he should protect the people in the team."

"Are you crazy? People kindly chased away the monster and got yelled at. Who will dare to fight back in the future?"

"I didn't say he was wrong, but Zhang Xiaojie just lost her younger sister, isn't it normal for her to lose control of her emotions?"

"Normal? She's being unreasonable."

When Chen Ye heard these whispers, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

The performance of human nature has begun.

When Zhao Hai punched the monster away, everyone thought he was a hero and wanted to kneel down and call him "daddy."

Now that Zhang Xiaowei is dead, Zhang Xiaojie has shifted the blame to Zhao Hai, and immediately some people have started to agree, question, and "rationally analyze" whether Zhao Hai was really slow to react.

It's not because they really think Zhao Hai is wrong.

It's because Zhang Xiaojie is a pitiful person who just lost her younger sister, and standing on her side means standing on the moral high ground.

Criticizing someone who rescued someone for "not rescuing them quickly enough" costs nothing, yet makes one appear as a compassionate and kind person.

"That's enough!"

Lin Shuyao's voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured down.

She walked between Zhang Xiaojie and Zhao Hai: "Now is not the time to argue. Zhao Hai has done his best. He was fast, it's just that the monster was too fast."

"Zhang Xiaojie, I understand you're heartbroken because your sister died, but you can't blame Zhao Hai. Nobody wants this to happen."

"I won't listen! You're all in cahoots! You're all trying to shirk responsibility! And what were you all doing just now? You were all just watching! You were all watching when my sister was bitten! Not a single one of you came to help!"

"Zhao Hai did intervene, but that was what he should do! He has S-rank talent, and he's so strong; it's only right that he protects us!"

Zhang Xiaojie took two steps back, her bloodshot eyes sweeping over everyone present as if she were looking at a group of strangers.

"Why do you assume that Zhao Hai is obligated to protect your sister? Zhao Hai isn't your father."

A voice came from the crowd.

Everyone looked at the person who was speaking at the same time.

Chen Ye stood there, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on Zhang Xiaojie: "Your sister was bitten to death, and you, as her older sister, failed to protect her. Isn't that your own responsibility?"

Zhang Xiaojie's expression froze.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Chen Ye didn't give her the chance.

"Your sister is right next to you, you're the closest to her. Didn't you draw your talent? Why aren't you making a move? Are you afraid of dying?"

"I...I..."

Zhang Xiaojie's voice suddenly became softer and weaker.

"Chen Ye, what are you saying?!" Suddenly, another fairy-like girl jumped out, pointing at Chen Ye's nose: "Xiao Jie just lost her sister, and you're saying this? Do you have any humanity?"

Chen Ye glanced at the fairy who had jumped out, his eyes were indifferent, so indifferent that they were devoid of any emotion.

"I'm just helping her figure out who should be held responsible for this. If she doesn't understand this, she'll keep hating Zhao Hai, hating all of us, and eventually become someone who has nothing but hatred."

He paused, his voice softening, but every word was clear.

"Her sister died, she is in great pain, and she needs someone to vent to. But if she directs her hatred at the person who just saved us, then her sister's death will have no meaning other than causing her pain."

Everyone fell silent.

The silence was heavier and deeper than before, as if something was pressing down on everyone's heart.

Zhang Xiaojie stood there, tears still flowing, but her lips no longer moved.

She looked at Chen Ye for a long time, then lowered her head and finally said nothing more.

Zhao Ruoxi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently placed her hand on Zhang Xiaojie's shoulder: "Xiaojie, we can't stay here forever. There are other monsters in the fog. You have to survive. Xiaowei wouldn't want to see you like this."

Zhang Xiaojie's shoulders trembled violently.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Zhang Xiaojie.

Li Jiahao walked up to Chen Ye at some point and said, "What you just said was quite well done."

His voice was very low, so that only two people could hear it.

Chen Ye glanced at him sideways: "I'm just stating the facts."

"The truth is, after you said that, Zhao Hai will remember your favor, Teacher Zhao will think you're composed, and the others will think you're calm and rational. You gained three people's favorability ratings at the same time with one sentence. It's a pity you only have a C-level talent, otherwise I would approve of you being the group leader."

Li Jiahao was speaking from the heart. If there were a capable and clear-headed team leader, he would naturally be happy to agree.

"It's all fate. If I were you, I would have already survived on my own. With your talent, surviving for 24 hours shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Chen Ye's expression didn't change at all. Even if he had the fighting power now, he wouldn't become the team leader. Only a fool would do a thankless job.

"I'm not as strong as you think. I'm good at staying alive, but I lack offensive capabilities."

Li Jiahao's talent also means that his basic attributes are not increased by any factor. In his ethereal state, he can ignore physical attacks, but his own attacks are also ineffective in his ethereal state.

"I hope you can survive. I feel this death game is not that simple. Having poor initial talent does not necessarily mean you can't rise to the top."

After finishing his sentence, Li Jiahao turned around and walked back to his seat.

Chen Ye watched his retreating figure, his gaze darkening slightly. This man was quite calculating.

Zhao Hai, who was not far away, also walked over.

He patted Chen Ye on the shoulder: "Chen Ye, thank you for speaking up for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to refute you. I can't hit a woman."

"You didn't do anything wrong, and besides, you're not the boss anymore. Saving people was an act of kindness, not saving them was your right." Chen Ye paused and continued, "Do you still want to be the boss now?"