Madman

While Yimo and the Rain Emperor whispered to each other, the atmosphere among the players present had already grown extremely tense.

Rapeseed Flower, one of the three female Death Game Players, had started cursing at another Death Game Player.

Rapeseed Flower: "You little punk, what are you staring at me for? Want to die?"

Her tone was extremely hostile!

The player she was speaking to was the only blond guy there. His nickname was Nibaba. He had dark skin and looked cocky, clearly the impulsive, troublemaking type.

Nibaba was usually the one picking on others. He hadn't expected that while observing the players, he'd glare at someone who looked at him unfavorably, only for that person to start cursing him out!

Fuming with rage, there was no way he could hold back. He glanced around at the other players, most of whom were watching the show, then snorted. "Hmph, you old hag, you think you're so pretty? Who'd want to look at you?"

"Even the sixty-year-old Auntie downstairs from my place has more class than you!"

"You country bumpkin!"

Rapeseed Flower pulled out a gun—a UZI submachine gun—and aimed it at Nibaba.

"You little punk, say that one more time!"

"What the hell are you? I'll kill you first!!!"

As Rapeseed Flower drew her gun, three or four other players present also pulled out their guns, looking alert.

This needed to be made clear: these were real guns!

No Riot Shields!!!

Yimo watched with clenched teeth, cursing System Loli over and over in his mind.

Just then, a plainly dressed middle-aged man stepped forward.

His nickname was Lu Wu. He had a crew cut and a resolute face. He looked to be under forty. Though he didn't seem particularly burly, he gave the impression of being a capable fighter.

Lu