Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

The six pretended not to notice and continued moving forward toward the designated toilet.

The five people did indeed catch up.

The thin, middle-aged man at the head of the group gave a wink to the men behind him, and the five of them quickened their pace and rapidly approached.

Just as they were about to catch up, Chen Shou and his group of six turned into the restroom.

"quick!"

The tall, thin man waved his hand.

"Don't let them get away!"

Five people rushed into the toilet.

Then a figure flashed by, and the door was closed.

Twenty seconds later, Su Ye came out of the toilet and shook the blood off his hands.

Chen Shou and his six men followed behind, glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then collapsed.

"How many?"

Su Ye glanced down at the bracelet:

"Five people, a total of sixty-seven."

He raised his wrist, and several streams of light fell into the wristbands of the six people respectively.

Chen Shou looked down and saw that there were ten more.

Wu Feng: Ten.

Wang Kui: Ten.

Old Zhao: Eight.

Lin Wei: Eight.

Li Xiaowei: Eight.

"This is... an even split?"

Chen Shouwen.

Su Ye nodded:

"Whoever killed him is responsible."

But you are the bait, so you should get a share.

Old Zhao grinned:

"This deal is worthwhile."

The second wave came even faster.

Perhaps because there are many hunters in this area, Chen Shou and his six companions were targeted by another group less than five minutes after they came out of the toilet.

There are four people this time.

Su Ye followed in the shadows as usual, watching Chen Shou and the others lead the four of them into another restroom.

Thirty seconds later, the battle ended.

Four people, fifty-two stars.

Chen Shou and the other six each received seven or eight more.

During the third wave, this group seemed to be exceptionally vigilant.

There were six people in the group, led by a one-eyed man with a gloomy look and a seasoned experience.

He led his men to follow behind Chen Shou and his group, but always kept their distance and did not rush to make a move.

Following the plan, Chen Shou led his men toward the restroom.

The one-eyed man followed for a while, then suddenly stopped and signaled to his men not to approach.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Someone asked.

The one-eyed man squinted, staring in the direction of the toilet:

Something's not right.

These people are so cooperative.

They led us towards a secluded area, as if deliberately trying to lead us there.

The subordinate was stunned:

"What should we do then?"

The one-eyed man did not answer immediately, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Chen Shou and the other six.

The way those six people walked clearly indicated they were injured.

Old Zhao's steps were unsteady, Lin Wei was clutching her abdomen, Wu Feng's left arm was hanging limply and he couldn't exert any strength, and Wang Kui was still limping on his right leg.

Although Chen Shou walked steadily, faint traces of blood seeped from the strips of cloth wrapped around his shoulders.

Li Xiaowei was pale and followed at the back; she looked like an ordinary person with little fighting ability.

They looked like a defeated and remnant force.

The one-eyed man pondered for a long time, then a cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"Don't be afraid."

All six of us are skilled fighters, while the opponents are all crippled.

Even if there's an ambush, there won't be many people.

He raised his hand and pointed forward.

"Let's go, let's take them down."

···

Wu Feng caught a glimpse of the six men quickening their pace to catch up, and his heart tightened.

All six of them were highly skilled.

There are six of them on their side, three main players and three wounded. They definitely can't win in a head-on fight, so they can only rely on Su Ye.

"They've caught up."

He lowered his voice and spoke to the person next to him.

Chen Shou gritted his teeth:

"Keep going, lead them into the toilet."

Old Zhao muttered a curse under his breath:

"Damn it, six people, these bastards really dare to chase after us."

As they were talking, the six men rushed forward, but Chen Shou and his group of six also turned into the toilet.

The one-eyed man took the lead, carrying a steel pipe as he rushed in.

The toilet was dimly lit, and bloodstains from the previous fight remained on the floor.

Chen Shou and his six companions stood at the far end of the toilet, leaning against the wall in a defensive posture.

The one-eyed man glanced at it and sneered:

"You bunch of cripples?"

Where are the people lying in ambush?

"Say it out!"

Chen Shou didn't speak, he just stared at him.

The one-eyed man grew impatient and waved his hand:

"Take them down."

The five men behind him immediately pounced on him.

Just then, the toilet door was gently pushed open and closed from the outside.

A figure walked in.

Su Ye.

The one-eyed man turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking.

A person?

Just one person?

"You fucking—"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ye had already moved.

His speed was still astonishing; he covered the five-meter distance in the blink of an eye.

The one-eyed man only had time to lift the steel pipe before Su Ye grabbed his wrist with one hand and choked his neck with the other.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking was especially clear in the cramped toilet.

The one-eyed man's body slid down limply, and the steel pipe fell to the ground.

The remaining five people were stunned.

one second.

two seconds.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

"Damn it! Kill him!"

Someone realized what was happening, and all five of them pounced on Su Ye at the same time.

Then they fell down.

It took less than twenty seconds in total.

All six people were wiped out.

Chen Shou and the others stood there, looking at the six corpses on the ground, unsure of what to say.

Su Ye glanced down at the bracelet:

"Six people, eighty-nine pills."

He raised his wrist, and several streams of light fell into the wristbands of the six people respectively.

Chen Shou looked down and saw that there were twelve more.

Wu Feng: Twelve.

Wang Kui: Eleven.

Old Zhao: Ten.

Lin Wei: Ten.

Li Xiaowei: Ten.

Including what came before, everyone is steadily growing.

Old Zhao grinned:

"Damn, you're still the best."

Wu Feng frowned and looked at Su Ye:

"Won't you give yourself away if you keep fighting like this?"

Su Ye shook his head:

"I will try to finish this quickly and avoid attracting attention."

and--"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit passageway around him.

"There are fewer and fewer people on the first floor."

One or two more waves should be enough.

After half an hour.

The seven people found a secluded corner to sit down and each checked their wristbands.

Chen Shou: Fifty-eight.

Wu Feng: Sixty-one.

Wang Kui: Fifty-seven.

Old Zhao: Fifty-three.

Lin Wei: Fifty-two.

Li Xiaowei: Fifty-one.

Old Zhao looked at the numbers on his wristband and couldn't stop smiling.

"Damn, I've never seen so many stars in my life."

Wu Feng also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Su Ye:

"Is that enough?"

Su Ye nodded:

"That's enough. Going upstairs is enough."

Chen Shou looked up at the huge timer in the center of the hall:

How much time is left?

"Half an hour."

The group remained silent for a few seconds.

half an hour.

The first round of this game will end in half an hour.

Chen Shou stood up and looked at the others:

"Let's go, to the stairs."

A few people made their way through the sparse crowd toward the stairs.

Along the way, they saw fewer and fewer people.

The hall, which originally held three or four hundred people, now only has one or two hundred people left.

Some people leaned against the wall, their eyes vacant.

Some people gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones.

There were also some people walking in the same direction, towards the stairs.

Chen Shou saw the staircase.

A wide staircase, covered with a dark red carpet, leads all the way to the second floor.

Two carved pillars stood at the top of the stairs, gleaming faintly in the dim light.