Traitor

Inside the Red Team Base.

The Death Game Player, whose nickname was Salty Unlucky Guy, was 23 years old. He had light golden hair, decent looks, and an air that made him seem frivolous.

At that moment, he held a pistol he had just fired, smoke still curling from its muzzle.

The other Death Game Player, Kunpeng—the Traitor who had just been voted out-had been shot in the head and was well and truly dead.

Beside Kunpeng's corpse, his weapon had dropped: a bayonet. It looked extremely sharp, far beyond anything a Fruit Knife could compare to.

Salty Unlucky Guy walked over to Kunpeng's corpse, put away his pistol, picked up the bayonet, and looked at the players present. "Everyone, our game progress is clearly way ahead of the other faction now!"

"Hahaha, everyone stay in your rooms today. Nobody come out. Let the other Traitor worry!"

"Tomorrow, we'll discuss things here and flush out the last Traitor. Then we can focus on dealing with the Green Faction players!!!"

Salty Unlucky Guy's words were like a shot of adrenaline to the Death Game Players present.

A young Death Game Player nearby hurried over to flatter him. "Brother Salty, you're amazing!"

"You took charge and actually got the Traitor voted out!"

"I'm following you this game!"

"By the way, watch your back. The last Traitor might get desperate and take you down with him."

Salty Unlucky Guy replied carelessly, "Don't worry. If he dares show his face, I'll shoot him dead first!"

As he spoke, Salty Unlucky Guy got excited and took off his padded coat, flinging it to the ground. He had the swagger of a big brother arriving at a casino, looking incredibly cool as he smoothed his light golden bangs with one hand.

He really did look a