The man watched Alice move away without chasing after her. He lowered his head and looked at the two knife wounds in his midsection, blood flowing out of them.
The blood was not flowing quickly, but he knew he was beyond saving.
That area was his liver. The liver had no pain receptors, and his "senses" told him, "I'm doing fine." In reality, he could live for no more than ten minutes.
If he chased after Alice, he would only die faster.
The players who could participate in this game were basically all people who dared to kill. Many had received professional training in killing, which taught them how to kill more efficiently! If they knew how to kill efficiently, they naturally had some understanding of the human body's condition.
His face ashen, he found a tree and sat down against it. Blood bubbled lazily from his wound.
He took out a medical kit. There were needles and thread for stitching wounds inside, but the problem now was that his internal organs had ruptured and were bleeding.
Even if he stitched up the external wounds, it would not give him any chance of surviving.
Looking at the supplies, he sighed. He really should not have been greedy for that money.
But if he had not been greedy for the money, he might have died during one of his other missions.
At least this time, he was doing it for himself.
At that thought, he seemed to become... much more at peace. He calmly faced his failed life in the past and the death that was about to arrive.
Alice was watching him from about twenty meters away. He covered his wounds, but the blood loss first affected his eyes, and the things in his vision began to darken.
Then came