What?
They'd been blacklisted!
With a buzz, Cui Zhanjiang's head felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. Snowy static filled his vision.
He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
The person who had just spoken hurried over and supported him, sparing him the humiliation of collapsing under everyone's watchful eyes.
"What? What happened?"
"Could it be that Long Qingjun reported us to curry favor...?"
Cui Zhanjiang panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot. He looked like a wild beast driven to the brink.
The idea of gathering a group of troublemakers to test and pressure Su Mo had not been his alone.
In fact, apart from the solitary wanderers, every territory with at least three members had participated in the "pressure meeting."
The only difference was that some people, after hearing the plan, chose to support it and discussed ways to supplement it.
Some had not expressed an opinion, neither supporting nor opposing it.
Others had immediately withdrawn upon hearing that such an extreme method would be used to test him. They had said that if the others wanted to die, they should not drag them along, and that anyone tired of living could find a rock and smash their own head against it.
Long Qingjun of the Black Island Alliance had been one of them.
When the two groups had encountered foreign races selling water during the fourth stage, they had gotten into a verbal dispute over the shares.
Therefore, Cui Zhanjiang naturally suspected that Long Qingjun had reported the meeting to Su Mo, resulting in Chang Gong Territory being blacklisted.
"We don't know. We were still resting in the camp when the game suddenly moved us to the camp entrance."
"Let's go back. Since he doesn't want us to live, then none of us should