Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

"You...you're a fucking Awakened One?!"

The bald man shouted in horror.

"impossible!

We've already inquired, and it seems that the sequence power of all awakened beings has been sealed.

Sequence power cannot be used here!

Su Ye did not answer.

He freed one hand, grabbed the bald man's wrist, and forcibly turned on his light screen.

Eight stars. 26 cards.

Su Ye tapped his fingers repeatedly, and seven stars floated out from his wristband and disappeared into Su Ye's palm.

The bald man screamed in agony:

"No--!"

Su Ye released him and turned to the other two.

One person gets three stars, and one person gets two stars.

He did the same thing, taking all their stars away and leaving only one for each person.

After doing all that, he stood up and looked at the three people lying on the ground.

"Keep one for each of you, enough for you to continue betting against each other."

The bald man clutched his wrist, which had been twisted painfully, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

"What...what exactly do you want to do?"

Su Ye did not answer.

He turned around, opened the bathroom door, and walked out.

The corridor remained quiet, the noise of the lobby kept at bay.

-

After leaving the restroom, Su Ye didn't rush back to meet up with the others.

He continued to walk around the hall.

Every now and then, he would circle back to the vicinity of the toilet and take a look from afar.

The three people came out one after another.

The two of them were supporting each other, walking unsteadily, but they were definitely not having any problems staying alive.

They didn't come looking for Su Ye.

She didn't even dare to look in his direction.

Su Ye continued to observe and kept a close eye on the three people.

He passed by the toilet for the last time, almost two hours later.

I pushed the door open and took a peek.

The corpses on the ground were gone.

The bloodstains on the ground were wiped clean, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only a faint, lingering smell of blood remained in the air, proving that Su Ye's memory was correct.

Su Ye withdrew.

He leaned against the corridor wall, closed his eyes, and thought for a few seconds.

The organizers did not respond.

Murder goes unchecked.

The murderer received no punishment whatsoever.

This is part of the rules.

Or rather, this is tacitly permitted by the rules.

This hall has never had only one path: the chess table.

On the surface, it's rock-paper-scissors.

In the shadows, it's a hunt.

What the organizers wanted was never "fairness".

What they want is emotion.

The ecstasy of winning a game.

The despair of losing a game.

The tension during the killing.

The fear of being killed.

The collapse after everything was taken away.

Then I recalled what that person said at the beginning: deception, greed, fear...

Perhaps these are the emotions they truly desire.

Su Ye opened his eyes, looked at the 14 stars and 15 cards in his hand, and started heading towards the meeting point for the team.

The teammates are meeting at the agreed-upon corner.

Old Zhao was gesturing something, Wang Kui was scratching his head, Lin Wei and Li Xiaowei were talking in hushed tones, and Chen Shou and Wu Feng were standing side by side.

As Su Ye approached, Old Zhao was the first to see him and waved:

"Night Boy, over here!"

Su Ye quickened her pace and joined the group.

Chen Shou glanced at everyone, making sure they were all present, and lowered his voice:

"Tell me, what have you observed?"

Old Zhao rushed to speak:

"I'll go first!"

I saw several tables playing that were incredibly unorthodox.

Before challenging someone to a game, some people seem to deliberately reveal their card information to their targets.

He would then find those who were currently playing against him, and if the opponent actually believed his arrangement...

Using this method, that person won several stars.

Wang Kui scratched his head:

"I've seen similar ones too."

Some people specifically target newcomers, trying to get close to them by saying, "Let's do a joint sale. You provide the stones, I provide the stones, and we'll even it out, no one loses a star."

Those who actually believed it won the first two rounds, but in the third round, their opponent suddenly changed tactics, and they won.

The person even deliberately said, "Oops, I pressed the wrong button. I'll let you win the next round."

As it turned out, some people actually believed it, played another game, and lost another one.

Lin Wei continued:

"There are many such scams."

It's a pretense of sales, but actually a scam to deceive celebrities.

There are even more covert methods, where two people pretend not to know each other, one in the open and the other in the shadows.

Ming seemed to have inadvertently revealed his habit of playing cloth, and then played a couple of rounds with his partner. After losing, he pretended to be angry and left.

As a result, when those who wanted to take advantage of the situation played scissors against Kob, the opponent immediately played rock and won.

Chen Shou nodded:

"They all exploit information asymmetry and habitual exposure."

It seems those two hours weren't wasted.

He looked at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng, who had been silent, slowly spoke at this moment:

"I also saw some things. But more importantly—I discovered that quite a few people weren't even playing the game."

His gaze swept across the small groups standing in twos and threes throughout the hall, watching but not fighting:

"They are waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

Old Zhao asked.

Wu Feng shook his head:

"have no idea.

But I have a feeling... that the rules on the table are just the tip of the iceberg in this game.

The group remained silent for a few seconds.

Lin Wei turned to Su Ye:

"And you? What did you observe?"

Su Ye didn't answer immediately. Instead, she looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering her voice to speak:

"I've discovered a hidden situation."

Several people looked at him at the same time.

"This organizer doesn't mind us killing each other."

Chen Shou frowned slightly:

"What do you mean?"

Su Ye did not explain directly.

He flipped his wrist, the light screen lit up, and turned towards the crowd.

Fourteen stars.

Fifteen cards.

Old Zhao's eyes widened instantly:

"Holy crap! Where did you get so many stars?!"

Lin Wei's pupils contracted slightly:

"You...didn't you have four before?"

Wu Feng stared at the string of numbers without saying a word.

Su Ye retracted the light screen.

"I went to the restroom two hours ago."

He recounted in detail what happened in the toilet: the three men committed murder, he delayed and observed, confirmed that no one would stop him, then took action to retaliate, and stole Xingxing.

The detail that "the power of the sequence is still there" was omitted.

"...I left one for each of them so they could continue gambling."

Then after I came out, I kept staring at them.

He paused:

"Until just now, when I last went to the toilet..."

The body has been disposed of, and the bloodstains have been wiped clean.

But throughout the entire process, no organizers appeared, and no punishment was given.

After listening, the group fell into a brief silence.

Old Zhao swallowed hard.

"You mean... in this place, murder goes unpunished?"

"Not only is no one taking care of it."

Su Ye said,

"I suspect they crave this to happen."

His gaze swept over the crowd:

"Do you remember what that person said at the beginning? 'This game is meticulously prepared by deception, greed, fear...'"

He paused:

"Fraud is a trick on the chessboard, and it is also the hunter's deception of his prey."

Greed is the desire of people to win at the chessboard, and also the desire of hunters to steal stars in secret.

Fear is the fear and despair people feel after losing a star at the chessboard, the despair of being cornered and powerless to resist, and the outburst at the very last moment before being killed.

Chen Shou slowly replied:

"You mean, this hall... is used to collect these emotions?"

Su Ye rubbed his temples, saying with a hint of confusion:

I'm not sure.

But the organizers completely turned a blind eye to our infighting, and they even cleaned up the corpses.

This in itself is an attitude.

Wu Feng said in a deep voice:

"If that's the case, then the rules of this game are far darker than we think."