"Where are we?"
"Are they letting us go?"
The eight of them woke from anesthesia once more, finding themselves inside a shipping container.
The container door would not open, and they were still wearing earpieces and brand-new watches. No one knew what the organizers were up to this time.
They had already won. They had survived three Death Games. By all rights, they should have been released.
Yet at that moment, unease crept into all their hearts.
Huang Ji said gravely, "The organizers never said they would release us after three games."
Little Wheat stared at him in horror. "Don't scare me! Are you saying that being released after three games was just wishful thinking on our part?"
Magician said in a low voice, "The organizers indeed never said so... but they gave us these twelve Number Plates, each worth a hundred million. If they weren't going to release us, what was the point of that rule?"
"Exactly. They'll definitely still release us..." Even Autistic Youth could not help speaking. He could not imagine a future where he would never regain his freedom.
Luther tried to look on the bright side. "They probably still have something to tell us—warn us not to call the police or spread word of this, or they'll capture us again, something like that."
As soon as he finished speaking, the container suddenly lit up. There was a small lamp on the ceiling.
It was not just a lamp. It was also a surveillance camera, with speakers around it. A voice came from them.
"Congratulations on becoming the final survivors. I'm very grateful for the three interesting games you gave us." It was Host Jin.
No one spoke. They listened in silence.
Host Jin said, "By convention, we will destroy any racehorses without Number Plates..."
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