After the girl and Harry received their prize money, some people suddenly turned their guns around and aimed them at Harry.
"You two must be in league with each other!" someone glared viciously at Harry. "You despicable bastards!"
Harry looked incredulous. He couldn't understand why, without saying a single word, he had been assumed to be on the same side as this girl.
Even in Bu Peien's Lower District, when the gangs there came looking for trouble, they would at least listen to your explanation.
Yet in this seemingly more civilized place, they apparently had no intention of letting him defend himself!
These baseless insults and accusations did not shake Harry's determination to win the grand prize. Compared with the people on the streets of the Lower District, these people were far worse at cursing and applying psychological pressure.
They could start with the origin of the species and talk all the way to why you existed—and claim it was all their doing!
The game continued. The girl's little trick had made everyone distrust one another, which was exactly what she needed.
After falling from first place, she had noticed a problem: whoever ran at the front would be targeted by everyone else.
The contestants had not actually discussed doing this in the lounge, but everyone seemed to have instinctively formed an alliance that needed no verbal communication.
The easiest way to destroy such an alliance was to make everyone distrust one another.
She had done it... at least for now. During the questions that followed, she no longer took the initiative to say anything and simply made her own choices in silence.
The contestants' sullen performance also made the Studio Hall unusually dull. They were guarding against one another, trying to discover something from the expressions on each other's