"You better have the right idea, otherwise we will all die." Arthur was actually quite dissatisfied when Linn dragged him back at the last second.
He doesn't know other people's details, and he doesn't want to lose his hope of survival to 'probability' after three rounds of competition.
If everything is unknown, then he would rather believe in himself, even if the cost is death.
Lin En could feel Arthur's attitude. This was normal. It was a matter of life and death. No one wanted to be influenced by others without any basis: "Even if you don't believe that I will help you, you should also believe that I will not take my own life."
joke."
"It's not that I don't believe you. The question is, on what basis did you choose the guy with blond hair? It can't be just intuition, right? Or are you hiding something from me?" Arthur asked.
"All you need to know is that betting on him is the most promising way to survive." Lin En admitted that he had a trump card that he didn't reveal, "I asked you to come back because I don't want to see you die in vain."
The two parties are cooperating, so it is normal to have trump cards.
It's really a life-saving comrade-in-arms who can talk to each other heart-to-heart. It's never too late to talk.
Arthur looked at Linn for a few seconds, then looked at Reiner's back: "I hope."
The situation developed quickly. After the boxers and punters were separated, the bodyguards with guns escorted them to the side of the cage and to the sofa respectively.
Different from the previous time when they invested money to have fun, the powerful people who chose to bet were on pins and needles, racking their brains to think about who they should bet their lives on.
"Take care of William, hasn't he learned some fighting skills?"
"What a bullshit! He's just bragging! He can't even beat me, but he still dares to be a boxer. He's really crazy."
"I don't think it's better to bet on Nord. Being so tall, he should have some advantages."
"He is the most courageous one! He can even hide behind a woman when he sees a mouse! If you really go after him, he will definitely die!"
"Then who do you want to take prisoner?!"
Except for Lin En and Arthur, who were sitting on the sofa, the other dignitaries couldn't bear it anymore and gathered around to analyze who had a better chance of winning.
Half a minute later, the two powerful boxers in the first group were roughly pushed into the cage by the bodyguards.
"If you want to bet on them, please explain it to the maid next to you! I need to remind everyone that in the first round of the twelve groups of games, each of you must bet on one of them. After the twelve groups of games, there is still no
Those who place bets will be killed immediately!" Boxing ring owner Demps reminded.
"Do you want to place a bet in this round?" The maid standing next to Linn asked like a robot, emotionlessly.
"No." Linn glanced at Arthur.
Arthur also gave the same reply to the maid beside him.
As for the other twenty or so dignitaries, they couldn't reach a consensus after studying for a long time, and finally unanimously chose not to bet, waiting for a group with obvious advantages to appear.
"Then, the game begins." Demps announced the start of the first group of the first round.
The ones chosen in the first group were, unfortunately, two powerful people who played pretty well.
One is named York. He is not tall, but his eyes are very fierce.
One is named Yves, who is fat and has determination written on his face.
"I didn't expect it to feel like this when looking out from inside the cage." Yorke felt mixed emotions.
"It's meaningless to say this now York, one of us must survive." Yves took the initiative and walked towards York.
"Don't blame me, Yves. If I could get out, I would never come to a place like this again." York and Yves struggled.
The two young men, who had never learned fighting and had little fighting experience, were really clumsy in their attacks.
Yves used his size advantage to pin down York and then choked him.
But York could only reach out wildly, gouge Yves's eyes and scratch his face.
They had completely forgotten how they looked so experienced just now, pointing fingers at the boxers' fight to the death.
"Ah!!" Yves's hands were all used to pinch York's neck. Facing York's randomly grabbing hands, he could only twist his body and arms to dodge.
But in the end, York succeeded in grabbing his face and tearing it apart desperately.
During the tearing process, a finger dug directly into his left eye socket.
"Cough - cough -" York, who was out of breath and whose vision was rapidly blurring, heard Yves howling like a pig, and instinctively tore harder.
One of Yves's eyes was forcefully gouged out.
There was no usual cheering outside the iron cage. The faces of all the dignitaries were ashen, and their bodies could not stop feeling weak.
They, who were noble just a few minutes ago, have fallen to this level.
When the next one goes in and his eyes are gouged out, he may be the one who loses his life.
When the stakes changed from money to your own life.
This group of rich kids who often claim that they are cold-blooded and have never experienced any cruelty but still talk about the principle of survival of the fittest is scary.
For the first time, they felt the injustice and despair of this game.
"Ah! Ah!" Yves let out a shrill scream and hit York's face with his fist like crazy.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
York's nose was broken, his eyes were swollen, and his teeth were knocked out.
Gradually, his bloody face no longer looked human.
"Okay, the first set of matches is over." A few minutes later, boxing ring owner Dempsey stopped the match.
Two bodyguards opened the iron cage and pulled Yves, who was still punching, away from the dead York.
At this time, Eve, who had regained some sense, finally felt the sharp pain in his eyes, trembling, covering his eyes and crying.
The dignitaries in the audience who were betting and waiting for the game swallowed their saliva and could no longer make a sound.
"It would be nice to let them experience this kind of despair." Arthur looked at the frightened young people on one side and snorted coldly.
Then, the bodyguards picked up Yves's eyes, dragged away York's body, and pushed in the two dignitaries from the second group.
This time, one of the powerful people began to regret it and refused to enter the cage no matter what.
As soon as he reached the cage, he hugged the iron railing tightly and loudly talked about his family's prominence in an attempt to intimidate the boxing ring boss.
Faced with this situation, the bodyguard said nothing and shot him in the head, directly announcing that the other powerful person would advance to the next round.
The two dignitaries in the third group of competitions have very different appearances. One is as skinny as a stick, and the other is muscular.
No one could figure out why a man who was as skinny as a bamboo pole chose to be a boxer to gain a living. In short, many dignitaries in the audience seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and quickly told the maid next to them that they wanted to bet on that muscle.
Developed.
The result was as expected. The muscular powerful man recognized the reality and beat the thin man beyond recognition, winning the victory.
"Good! Beautiful!"
"Just do it!! Kill them all!!"
The pent-up emotions of those powerful people who made successful bets in this round and successfully passed the first round exploded.
They showed their madness again, screaming strangely and slapping the sofa.
The rest of the people who didn't bet felt so remorseful that they even slapped themselves in the face, hating themselves for being too cautious. Such caution might cost them their lives.
In the fourth group of matches, the two powerful men couldn't tell who was better just by looking at their appearance. After more than ten minutes of fighting, the winner was decided.
At the same time, one of the bettors in the audience was picked up by the bodyguards and shot before he could ask for mercy - obviously he had bet on the wrong person.
Arthur smelled the smell of urine. He didn't know if it was someone who was so frightened that he became incontinent or if it was from a dead person: "Lynn, move over there and make room for me."
Lin En moved further away and was attracted by the stage before Arthur came over.
In the fifth group of competitions, the middle-aged awakeners are among them!
Among all the young faces, the middle-aged Awakener is the most eye-catching.
The one who fought him to the death was a childish boy wearing glasses.
One is the eldest and the other is the youngest. Normally, this pairing would be quite interesting.
But now, the whole place was filled with the sound of heartbeat and heavy breathing.
The young man threw away his glasses and took the initiative to attack the middle-aged awakened man with bared teeth and claws.
The middle-aged awakened man was calm in the face of danger and was much more flexible than Linn and Arthur imagined. He easily knocked down the young man with a side step and a trip leg.
Then, similar to the duel in the first group, he took advantage of his size and fell directly on the boy.
"Crack!"
Almost everyone heard the sound of bones breaking.
"Uh..." The originally fair-faced boy blushed, but because of the middle-aged awakened man pressing on him, several bones were broken and he couldn't get up after struggling for a long time.
"This guy still has a few tricks up his sleeve. No wonder he chose to stand up." Arthur said, "On the contrary, it was the blond guy you were interested in. He waited until the end before going up. He looked like he was very unsure of himself."
"He is probably waiting for us to express our position." Linn could only think of this possibility.
Arthur witnessed the young man in the iron cage being strangled by the middle-aged awakened man: "Waiting for us to express our position?"
"Did you notice that as soon as you chose to become a boxer, he went up to you?" Linn asked.
"You mean, he is very confident to kill me and the awakened person on the stage? And he is just waiting for us to come up and wants to take this opportunity to attack us?" Arthur felt a chill behind him.
Linn said "hmm": "It's possible."
Reiner's corruption value [-60] is true, but this does not mean that he will not kill people.
What if he decides that others are bad people and his own behavior is a righteous judgment?
Linn felt that this might be the reason why Reiner did not have in-depth contact with them and deliberately waited for Arthur to make a choice.
This inference also made him look stern.
This means that even a low corruption value is not enough to prove it is safe.
Using depravity value as an absolute criterion is not reliable.
In addition, Linn also thought about two questions.
First, it is obvious that the middle-aged awakened person will encounter Reiner in the second or third round, which shows that in the cleanup mission, the tasks of the awakened person can be conflicting, and they may be friends or enemies.
The most misconception that needs to be abandoned now is that 'people of the same kind can stick together to stay warm'.
There's no telling if it will be a cannibalistic mission next time, so what's the point of hugging each other for warmth?
Of course, this is not absolute, and the task may just require their unity and cooperation.
All in all, the pros and cons of cooperation must be viewed from multiple perspectives.
Second, Linn has basically confirmed that his ability, in a certain priority, is higher than the cleaning task.
This level is almost equivalent to cheating.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the mysterious power to give him such a task that would not be difficult for him despite his ability to investigate other people's details and obscure their strength.
As a result, Lin En became more confused.
How is he different from ordinary people, so he has this unique ability?