Several of them had no images, which was obviously a problem.
"How is it? Still no signal?"
"Could the cameras be broken?"
"I think someone removed them."
"Just like that drone?"
"Looks like there are a few formidable characters among them."
Although things had taken an unexpected turn, they were not too worried. They continued drinking leisurely.
"What do we do now? How do we calculate our bets? And what about the bets placed by those people on the website?"
A young man in a floral shirt with delicate, effeminate features let out a cold snort. "Hmph, how else can we calculate them? In any case, none of them will make it out alive."
The other men exchanged glances and released the women in their arms.
"You really intend to kill them all?"
"Won't that make things too serious?"
"Why not pay them to keep their mouths shut?"
Feng Wenlong swept his gaze over them with a cold smile and downed the wine in his glass. "What do you mean, kill them?"
"They went exploring and all died inside."
The men thought about it and decided that the excuse was perfectly plausible. They stopped dwelling on the previous issue.
"Then how are we going to explain the interrupted livestream to those who bet on it?"
Feng Wenlong curled his lips into a wicked smile. "There was an accident. The equipment broke. The signal was bad. Make up whatever you like. In any case, the magnetic field inside Magic Gully is problematic. I'll only guarantee that they won't have any loose ends to worry about."
At the same time, Su Qiao had repaired her phone. Since she was gradually moving away from the depths of Blackwater Gully, the signal had also returned.
444 immediately came back to life. After a flurry