For a swordsman, everything could be a sword.
For a mechanist, everything could be a machine.
Likewise, for a poor bastard, everything was worth something...
Even a tiny screw had its uses.
So earlier, back at the cliff, Bai Zhi had deliberately stuffed a whole pile of things into his pockets, packing himself as full as possible... A thief never left empty-handed—that was the principle.
But Bai Zhi hadn't expected those things to actually come in handy...
Looking at the man before him, who had decisively admitted defeat, Bai Zhi was momentarily speechless.
Seeing how decisively the other party had surrendered, Bai Zhi had no doubt that if the man had been holding a cane just now, he would have snapped it over his knee to demonstrate his loyalty...
Before long, Bai Zhi learned the general situation from the highly cooperative man.
Like him, the other party was also a player in Preliminary Selection venue No. 237. However, unlike their camp in the wilderness, the other party's camp was located in a basin, and its area was several times larger than theirs.
—Their team had a total of seventy-eight people.
"So, how are you planning to take all the rewards from this game?"
Keeping that information in mind, Bai Zhi asked Yamamoto Senren, the only one of them still capable of moving.
The other three had arrived earlier than him, so they clearly hadn't searched their starting area for anything. Bai Zhi couldn't be bothered to extort them—otherwise, he might have gotten a few more Gold Coins... It wasn't as if he could strip the clothes off them, right?
They were three grown men. He didn't have such heavy tastes.
"There are rules for this game over there. At its core, this is a competitive game where players fight each