The Magician's words were infuriating.
Hua Ji had saved everyone, yet the Magician claimed he had harmed them instead.
Alan and Old Wang were furious, but they froze.
The worst, most crushing feeling in the world was wanting with all your heart to refute someone's infuriating words, only to think them through and find them true, leaving you with no answer.
The tortoise had beaten the hare only because the hare let him. Run the race ten thousand more times, and the hare would still win. Treating a fluke as an opportunity was no different from waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.
People mocked the foolishness of waiting for rabbits while praising the miracle of the tortoise and the hare.
"When you think you can use the rules to beat those above you, you forget that they can change the rules. Hua Ji was brilliant beyond compare, but he never escaped that trap. And now he's dead, isn't he?"
As the Magician spoke, a package fell from the sky and landed beneath a tree.
He bent to pick it up. Inside was a device resembling a tablet computer.
The Magician grinned viciously. "This thing can control every drone. For a little money, I've bought myself countless weapons."
"Why? You're probably wondering why those rich people would sell me something like this. Simple... because I'm their pawn. I can make this game more entertaining."
"There's only one guaranteed way to win this game: play by their rules and use your lives to put on a spectacular slaughter for the organizers."
He was clearly determined to kill everyone.
"Well said!"
The wealthy spectators behind the scenes were thrilled. Hua Ji's earlier performance had been exciting too, but in a different way.
It had gone against what they had