The long knife in his hand stabbed the fat man's neck hard, directly destroying his spine.
Before he could recover, Li Hui cut off his hammer-holding hand again and kicked him far away.
Just when the hand was trying to squirm back to the body, Li Hui took out the black dog's blood and sprinkled it on the broken area.
The sound of flesh being burned was heard, and the fat man roared in pain while reaching out to try to break Li Hui's neck.
The long knife passed through again, and the fat man's other hand flew into the air.
Blood sprayed out, making the figure in black look like a ghost.
As if he could no longer support the consumption of inspiration brought by the hammer, the blood-red liquid on Sun Zi's body returned to the hammer in the distance as if it was alive.
At the same time, his body, which had been roughly sewn together, quickly split apart, and it seemed that it would turn into pieces of flesh in the next second.
"Don Quixote."
The mustache gently turned the pages of the book in his arms, and the shadow of the old knight appeared behind the fat man, turning into pieces instead of him.
Sun Zi, who lost consciousness, lay on the ground and was quickly carried away.
What greeted him was probably an interrogation from the command bureau and the love of a bunch of good brothers.
There was no sound from the audience, as if they were shocked by the bloody scene.
Who would have thought that such a cute little girl could be so ruthless and chop off people's heads at every turn.
Li Hui took a breath and took off the soaked vest.
Her fair skin was stained with bright red blood, and two unrelated colors were mixed together, making her look like an elf dancing beside death.
It's hard to take your eyes away.
There was no joy of winning the game on her face, she was just looking for that familiar figure in the crowd.
After seeing those familiar eyes, she smiled sweetly.
All the light was eclipsed by this smile, and soon there were waves of discussion in the audience.
"She's looking at that kid, right? The one named Wang Jin?"
"That Prince of Paradise is such a blessing."
"No, I'm not bad either. I want to compete fairly with her."
The woman in hot clothes straightened her clothes and gave Wang Jin a wink.
He seemed completely unaware that he was seducing a minor.
"Tsk...Li Hui seems to really like you. You should cherish it."
Zhao Guangming shook his head, not knowing what he thought of.
"cough."
Wang Jin coughed twice, as if he wanted to say something.
But his words were interrupted the next second.
"Everyone."
Mustache stood up from the judges' seat and said loudly.
Strangely enough, although his presence is usually very low, when he takes the initiative to speak, he becomes impossible to ignore.
"The first round of competition has ended successfully here."
"As for the small situation that occurred during the game, I sincerely thank you for your help."
"In order to compensate for the impact of the suspension of the game, we have decided to modify the next competition format."
After the polite words, Mustache waved to Wang Jin.
The young man in formal clothes nodded and walked over with a smile.
Wang Jin knew that what was supposed to come would still come.
"His name is Wang Jin. I believe you have all heard of this name at one time or another."
The mustache looked around and showed an elegant smile.
"As a newcomer, he was able to lead the team to deal with the A-level strange incident. This can only show that he is very lucky."
"I also know that some people are not convinced."
"Why does this kid have both fame and fortune at such a young age? Why can he be famous? I can do it too."
He shook his head, and his temperament instantly became like that of another person, as if he was imitating the psychological thoughts of other players.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.
He recognized the state of the mustache, it was a profile.
Inspiring the emotions of other players in this way is undoubtedly very effective.
Wang Jin clearly felt that the eyes from the audience turned from envy to hostility.
This is exactly the effect they both wanted.
"I know what many of you lack is just an opportunity, a chance to prove yourself."
The mustache smiled and turned back into the elegant deputy director.
"And now, this opportunity has come."
"Tomorrow's game, we will send everyone into a secret ritual that will not truly cause death."
"There are rewards there and there are dangers that can lead to loss of life."
"The one who can stand at the end is definitely the first one who has excellent strength, luck and connections."
The mustache glanced across the audience, and nodded with satisfaction after seeing their excited eyes.
"In order to prevent everyone from passively avoiding the battle, employees will clean up part of the site every once in a while and shrink the battlefield inward."
"The longer you survive, the more likely you are to receive generous rewards."
"The person who wins the first place will not only take away some of the rewards, but also replace the title of Wang Jin Wei Tan World Star."
"This game is called - Annual Meeting Battle Royale."
The mustache pulled Wang Jin and bowed together, with a smile of unknown meaning on his face.
After realizing that almost everyone in the audience was getting excited, the two walked down the judges' bench side by side.
"I would like to congratulate you all in advance on your triumphant return."
After a while, the crowd became excited.
"This...isn't this the rule of chicken?"
"Absolutely. I didn't expect that the annual meeting could be done like this."
"This method is very good. Even if you don't get a good ranking, you won't leave empty-handed."
"Did the Administration release the secret ritual as a reward? Are they crazy?"
"Hiss...that boy named Wang Jin will definitely be attacked by a group of people, right? Why is he smiling so happily?"
A sharp-eyed player pointed at the young man in the distance, but his doubts were quickly drowned out.
"Deputy Director, you are really wise."
Wang Jin gave a thumbs up gesture to his mustache.
"No, most of the rules were perfected by you."
Mustache smiled and nodded, patting Wang Jin on the shoulder.
The two of them have already discussed it.
Without restricting the use of ghost stories, Wang Jinqiang's stories are almost unreasonable.
But other players don't know this.
They may even feel that this kind of rule is beneficial to them, and then they will be convinced when they lose.
In this way, Wang Jin's identity was confirmed, and the bureau gained a good reputation.
"After the work is completed, the secret ritual will be returned in full, and the original reward will be divided into 30% and 70%."
Wang Jin leaned close to Mustache's ear and whispered.
"As expected of a smart man."
The latter nodded with satisfaction, seeming to appreciate Wang Jin.
"Hey...it's a good thing I don't have to participate. Isn't this a good thing?"
Leonard shuddered and muttered softly.
Even he could see the subtle inconsistency behind the rules.
There was no way Wang Jin would suffer. No matter how you looked at it, he would not agree to such a condition that obviously had no advantage for him.
But he just agreed.
That only shows that he is confident enough to kill everyone and securely win the first place.
"It's really scary."
Leonard scratched his head and quickly ran back to his house.
It seems that he is afraid that if he is too late, he will be captured by those two people and used as a tool.