Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

The big man was stunned for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He looked Su Ye up and down, as if he were getting to know him all over again.

"Go down?"

He repeated it.

"Do you know the conditions for going down?"

"Kill one of the Openers."

Su Ye said calmly.

A complex look flashed in the big man's eyes, a mixture of surprise, appreciation, and a hint of... wariness?

"Kid, you've got guts."

He paused, then turned and pointed in several directions in the distance.

"Do you see that group of people over there?"

He pointed deep into the arena, where he could vaguely see a group of people gathered together, about twenty or thirty, talking in hushed tones.

Those who are invaded by the supernatural usually band together.

They can also utilize the power of sequences, and although it is suppressed, they are much stronger than ordinary people.

That's not your goal.

Su Ye looked in the direction he pointed.

There was indeed an eerie feeling about that group of people that he could sense; even from this distance, he could feel a chilling aura emanating from them.

The big man pointed in another direction, to the edge of the viewing platform, near the glass curtain wall, where some people were standing, some sitting, some standing, in various postures.

"Over there are the survivors from the previous phase, as well as some people who just came up from the first floor."

These people are all normal; their sequence power is suppressed, and they are no different from ordinary people.

However, these people are also ruthless, as I think you know!

After all, those who rise to power during this period all possess certain skills and methods!

The big man was silent for a few seconds, then pointed again to the people scattered around them in twos and threes in various corners.

"We are people who still have a bottom line."

His voice carried a complex meaning, a mixture of self-deprecation, persistence, and a hint of helplessness.

Su Ye followed his gaze and scanned the surroundings.

The people there were men and women, old and young; some were resting against the wall, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were gazing into the distance alone.

Their eyes did indeed lack something—the predatory greed of predators, the eerie quality of being corrupted.

"Bottom line?"

Su Ye repeated the word.

The big man nodded without explaining further.

He simply looked at Su Ye, his tone carrying a meaningful undertone:

"Kid, I don't know how you got up here, or how many people you've killed."

But since you asked who is suitable to be hunted—”

He raised his hand, pointing to the eroded groups, then to another group, and finally to those around him:

"Those who have been corrupted are not to be trifled with."

Those ruthless people, let's see if you can beat them!

As for us—”

He grinned, a hint of defiance in his smile:

"You can give it a try."

Su Ye did not respond.

He stood there, his gaze sweeping over the three types of people, silently calculating in his mind.

The corrupted entity can utilize the power of sequence; it's dangerous. Not a target for now.

Those who were left over from the previous period and the ruthless individuals who came up this time have their Sequence Power suppressed, making them theoretically the easiest to succeed.

As for those "people with principles" around us...

Su Ye sensed neither hostility nor greed from them.

They were like a group of silent bystanders, guarding the last bit of something in this cold space.

Su Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at the burly man:

"Thanks."

The burly man waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Su Ye turned around and walked towards the viewing platform.

Before he could even sort out his thoughts, footsteps suddenly came from ahead.

Four people emerged from around the corner of the passage, blocking his way.

Su Ye paused, his gaze sweeping over the four people.

The group was led by three men, all around thirty years old, with fleshy faces and fierce eyes.

Behind them followed a thin young man, his neck hunched and his eyes darting around, like a lackey.

The man in the lead was wearing a dirty leather jacket, and a blue dragon was tattooed on his exposed arm.

He looked Su Ye up and down, his gaze finally settling on his wristband.

The leather jacket's eyes lit up instantly.

"Hey bro, you've got a lot of stars."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The three people surrounded Su Ye in a fan shape, blocking her in the passage.

Su Ye stopped and looked at them calmly.

"What's up?"

"Something wrong? Of course something is wrong."

A bald man next to the man in the leather jacket chimed in, his tone arrogant.

"We're a bit short on cash, so we'd like to borrow some stars from you."

Not many, a hundred will do.

"We've borrowed it, so we're friends now. From now on, we'll look after you on this second floor."

Another man with a thick beard also spoke up:

"Yes, if you know what's good for you, turn around yourself so we don't have to do it."

As you can see, there are three of us, and you are alone.

Even if you're good at fighting, the three of us against one wouldn't stand a chance.

Su Ye's gaze swept over the three people, and then he glanced at the young man behind them who was shrinking his neck.

Four people.

Three arrogant ones, one cowardly one.

Number of stars on the wristband:

Thirty-two on the leather jacket, twenty-five on the bald head, twenty-one on the sideburns, and the one in the back only had eight.

There are a total of eighty-six.

It's not a lot, but it's still a sum of money.

Su Ye's lips curled up slightly.

Just when I was worried about not finding a target, this came to me.

He glanced at the leather jacket, his tone indifferent:

Want a star? Sure.

The man in the leather jacket's eyes lit up, thinking that Su Ye had chickened out.

"You're smart to know what's good for you—"

"but,"

Su Ye interrupted him.

"I have a better suggestion."

He raised his wristband and slid his finger across the light screen:

"Let's go straight to the Colosseum."

One against three.

The bet: I'm betting all my stars, and you're betting all yours.

He paused, then looked directly at the three of them:

"Dare you?"

The leather jacket was stunned.

The bald man and the bearded man were also stunned.

The three people looked at each other, and for a moment no one responded.

One against three?

Bet all your stars?

Is this kid crazy?

A hint of hesitation flashed in the leather jacket's eyes.

He had seen people who weren't afraid of death, but he had never seen anyone so fearless.

Anyone who dares to make such a bet is either a fool or someone with real skills.

But this kid doesn't look like a fool...

The bald man leaned close to the leather jacket's ear and whispered:

"Brother, could this kid be bluffing? Trying to scare us off with this trick?"

The man with the thick beard nodded as well.

"Yes, even if the three of us are against one, and he's a great fighter, if we're all about the same physical ability, the three of us still can't beat him."

Besides, we've all got blood on our hands, why should we be afraid of him?

The man in the leather jacket hesitated for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Su Ye's face.

Su Ye's expression remained calm, without fear or tension, and even carried a hint of... anticipation?

No, this reaction is wrong.

But the bald man and the bearded man also have their points.

Three against one, there's no reason for them to lose.

Even if this kid is somewhat capable, the three of us on our side, if we coordinate well, can definitely take him down.

and--

The man in the leather jacket glanced at the number on Su Ye's wristband: 178 stars.

One hundred and seventy-eight!

If we win, the three of us will split the prizes, and each of us will get nearly sixty.

Adding my existing amount, it's almost over a hundred.

The temptation is too great.