The Time of the Agreement, Above the Overpass

"Sir, you're quite good at keeping accounts."

"You've saved several thousand yuan on travel expenses alone."

Mosin-Nagant sat in the driver's seat of a Nissan SUV, watching Grandpa Radish happily fiddling with a tablet in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but sigh.

Grandpa Radish looked up and spoke with a smile.

"Hey young man... aren't you coming too? Just hitch a ride!"

"Besides, it's not like I didn't pay you."

The old man spoke cheerfully, Mosin-Nagant sighed.

"To be honest, 30,000 yuan is a huge discount for me..."

"The job is different, Comrade Xiao Mo," Grandpa Radish said kindly. "I didn't hire you to kill people, just to protect me."

"That's true, although the more I think about it, the more I realize this mission is no simpler than killing someone."

Mosin-Nagant gave a helpless, bitter smile.

He drove slowly along the roads in the southern suburbs of Jiang City, shrouded in rain, the windshield wipers swirling wildly to sweep away the rainwater that seemed to be splashing onto the windshield.

The torrential rain, coupled with the darkening sky nearing dusk, resulted in very low visibility. Furthermore, this was an unfinished and long-abandoned section of road, so Mosin-Nagant naturally dared not drive too fast.

Carrot Bo contacted him this morning—after haggling for an hour and a half and 30,000 yuan, Mosin-Nagant agreed to give the old man a ride and take care of his safety.

"Thinking about it carefully, this time we're still facing Fluoxetine, A'yu, and those guys... and they might each be bringing their own men," Mosin-Nagant sighed. "This isn't easy, can we get more money?"

"Comrade Xiao Mo, doing business requires integrity. The price of 30,000 was agreed upon at the time," said Grandpa Radish, leaning back in his chair and continuing to scroll through his tablet. "Of course, if the situation becomes truly critical, it's not impossible to ask for more money later."

Mosin-Nagant continued driving slowly, a faint sadness on his face.

He turned the steering wheel around several fallen roadblocks in the middle of the road and drove along the side onto an uphill ramp.

"Money is another matter, but I'm actually a little curious, sir, why did you choose me?"

"Just because I'm coming too? -- I'm no good person, I'm Bounty Hunter with a lot of lives on my hands. Aren't you afraid I'll secretly kill you and use the money for the reward?"

"Unbelievable!"

Grandpa Radish's tablet emitted an exclamation in English; he had completed the level of his Happy Match game.

So, Carrot put down his tablet and began answering Mosin-Nagant's question.

"A person's behavior, whether good or bad, is largely determined by their 'environment.' As the saying goes, 'When the granary is full, people know etiquette'... It's quite normal to behave in an extreme way after joining the Death game.'"

"So even if you're Bounty Hunter, I don't think you're 'bad.' When 'death' itself has become normalized in this group... the moral consensus and standards within the 'Death game' Player community are something that still needs to be discussed."

Upon hearing this, Mosin-Nagant glanced at the little old man beside him in disbelief.

This simple, unassuming old man, who seemed like a farmer, was able to utter such thought-provoking words.

"Furthermore," Grandpa Radish noticed Mosin-Nagant's gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face, "It's precisely because you're Bounty Hunter that I feel at ease... I've checked my bounty with the 'Hunter Society,' and it's only twelve thousand dollars."

"The reward I'm giving you is thirty thousand."

"Even if we only calculate half of the remaining payment, it's still higher than my reward."

"Grandpa Radish said with a chuckle."

Mosin-Nagant smirked. "So that's how the payment amount is determined?"

He slowly stopped the car on the side of the road.

The elevated road in the south of the city was abandoned after only a short period of construction. After exiting the ramp, the road abruptly ends about a kilometer away.

Moreover, there are obvious signs of road surface collapse.

"But why not invite some members of the 'Player Mutual Aid Society'?"

After the car came to a complete stop, Mosin-Nagant asked one last question.

Grandpa Radish didn't answer; after a long while, he finally sighed.

"To be honest, I don't really like the current 'Player Mutual Aid Society' anymore..."

Sensing that there seemed to be something hidden in Grandpa Radish's words, Mosin-Nagant stopped asking.

"Okay, we're here anyway... let's get off."

"It seems like we're the first group to arrive."

Mosin-Nagant opened the car door, opened his Folding Umbrella, and got out.

However, the effect of using an umbrella is not very obvious.

A strong gust of wind on the viaduct tore the umbrella askew, and rainwater lashed directly onto Mosin-Nagant.

The ground was covered with small puddles, and rainwater flowed into these puddles and then under the overpass, the water flowing like a mountain stream, soaking through Mosin-Nagant's sneakers.

"Rough."

He couldn't help but spit.

It was clearly not raining in the city he departed from.

On the other side, Grandpa Radish came down wearing an old-fashioned Bamboo Hat and slippers.

Surprisingly, the Bamboo Hat seemed to act as an invisible barrier, keeping out all the rain.

Grandpa Radish quietly walked over to Mosin-Nagant and shielded him from some of the rain.

Mosin-Nagant nodded in acknowledgment.

Thanks.

The two of them started wandering around on the overpass without any apparent hesitation.

Although they didn't know why "Fluoxetine" had summoned them here, both of them had their own trump cards for survival and Escape Item.

However, since we arrived early, it's necessary to survey the terrain.

Mosin-Nagant even set up several animal traps and tripwires in the corners.

Grandpa Radish also scattered some seeds of unknown purpose in various corners.

While the two were busy...

Soon, Qianhuan arrived as well.

A white dove, clutching a hat, flew up from the broken section of the overpass.

Then the pigeons disappeared, and at the same time, Qianhuan emerged from the hat.

"Phew--I caught up."

Whether it was out of fear of Fluoxetine, or knowing that "Order" had definitely planted many informants in the vicinity, it is unclear.

The other three members of the "Freedom Alliance" did not appear.

Qianhuan smiled, adjusted her top hat, and greeted the two people on the overpass.

Good evening, it's nice to see you again!

Mosin-Nagant was somewhat uncomfortable with Qianhuan's enthusiasm, but Grandpa Radish nodded and smiled in response.

Hello to you too.

Following closely behind Qianhuan were those who walked up from the ramp again...

Li Hua and Robin.

However, these two were not alone.

Li Hua led the Tycoon, Robin led the Snowy Owl.

The arrival of the four people made Mosin-Nagant increasingly uncomfortable.

"Wow, so many people! Those two shouldn't be on the 'Fluoxetine' invitation list, right?"

Mosin-Nagant muttered to himself.

Wearing a transparent raincoat, Li Hua shook his head. "As a member of 'Order,' why should I care about the rules set by the madmen of the 'Psychology Society'?"

Qianhuan smiled and said, "That makes sense."

But he quietly stood at the break in the road surface.

However, just as Qianhuan stood there, a "bang" sound came from beside her feet.

The metal hooks were pinned to the exposed rebar on the road surface.

Then...

With the "snap-snap" sound of the reel turning and the rope tightening, A'yu jumped up.

After she jumped up, she looked at Li Hua and his group of four, cursed them out, and pulled out a spear from her bosom.

"Damn, you guys are teaming up again?"

But seeing that the other party had no intention of fighting back, A'yu did not take any further action.

She looked around for a moment, then asked a question.

What about Fluoxetine?