Act Under Cover of Darkness

Lu Bai suddenly stopped smiling, which made the fighters present feel a little nervous.

Although Zhou Lei's reaction speed was still not as fast as Feng Qian's, he was quite pragmatic.

He immediately imitated Feng Qian, adopting a respectful and ingratiating posture.

"That's right, we will definitely meet the demands of the times, promote integrity and uprightness, shoulder our historical mission, and demonstrate our sense of responsibility..."

Just like in a movie theater, if the audience in front stands up, it forces the audience behind to stand up as well.

Feng Qian and Zhou Lei were the first to start, and the remaining fighters could no longer remain calm.

Slogans brimming with positive energy rang out one after another in the courtyard.

A smile returned to Lu Bai's face.

However, he didn't say much, but simply waved, signaling Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to come with him to the backyard first.

The two fighters naturally didn't refuse and followed closely behind Lu Bai.

While walking, Feng Qian kept shouting slogans, which shows that he has a very strong sense of conviction.

"... evoked strong resonance and ignited a passion for struggle."

"Alright."

Lu Bai turned around, interrupting Feng Qian's chanting of slogans, and changed the subject. "Who do you think are the Replicant in the yard?"

His previous remarks were certainly not a sudden outburst of madness; they were simply a selection of what he had said.

In his view, the two fighters in front of him could probably be ruled out as Replicant.

After all, it's highly unlikely that Replicant would go to such lengths to survive.

Feng Qian, completely unconcerned about his image, quickly snapped out of his monotonous state, "Brother Lu, I was just about to remind you to be careful."

Each Deathmatch Showdown two hundred fighters, with the ratio of genuine fighters to Replicant roughly one to one.

The probability that Lu Bai would accept so many deathmatch fighters without finding a Replicant among them is infinitesimally close to zero.

Feng Qian instantly realized what Lu Bai wanted them to do, and said meekly, "Brother Lu, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on those guys for you."

Before Zhou Lei could react, he instinctively called out, "Brother Lu, me too!"

Lu Bai raised an eyebrow and patted Feng Qian on the shoulder with a cheerful smile.

"You really are a talent."

Feng Qian neither refuted nor admitted it; he simply shrugged and smiled apologetically.

"Then that's settled. Try your best to find the Replicant mixed in with us. After all, with Replicant around, no one is safe."

Realizing that Feng Qian was a smart man, Lu Bai said no more and returned to the front yard.

After a while, the food was delivered by a special person.

Nearly thirty people then began to eat in the courtyard in a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

During the meal, Captain Mao kept glancing at Lu Bai, clearly looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

He worried that Lu Bai would be misled by sycophantic people, but since nothing had happened yet, he didn't know how to persuade him.

"Master Lu! I'd like to propose a toast to you."

A middle-aged man, dressed in an orange sanitation worker's uniform and appearing malnourished, boldly raised his glass. "I'll drink this first, you can drink as you like!"

Ton ton ton~

He downed the drink in one gulp, drinking so quickly that his face flushed slightly. "Nothing else, I, Liu Guoqiang, simply admire people like you."

With Captain Mao around, these fighters wouldn't speak too explicitly, just making sure the meaning was conveyed.

Lu Bai picked up a peanut, put it in his mouth, and nodded with a smile, "Thank you."

"No, no, I've never met someone as magnanimous as you. I thought I was going to die."

Liu Guoqiang, halfway through his sentence, picked up the bottle again and filled his glass. "Sigh, I'm the dumbest; it's all in the wine, all in the wine..."

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Minister Zhang did send someone to inform them that he had already arranged accommodations for Lu Bai's newly recruited "disciples".

Lu Bai declined the offer from the highest-ranking commander of the Action Department.

After dinner, the twenty-odd fighters moved into the family compound under Feng Qian's arrangement.

Of course, with so many people, they could only be accommodated in a large dormitory-style dormitory.

Late at night.

Perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long during the day, although Lu Bai was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his actual mental state was still quite clear.

Strictly speaking, he didn't actually place his hopes of finding Replicant on Feng Qian and Zhou Lei.

They didn't even have a strong desire to ascertain the true identities of the deathmatch fighters.

True to his usual style, whether you're a deathmatch fighter or Replicant, he'd rather just eliminate all the deathmatch fighters.

The reason these deathmatch fighters are being kept around is not only because they defected so decisively, but also largely because we plan to keep them around to see if they can make it into the second round of the Ability Pool.

A group of incompetent fighters would hardly pose a threat to him.

His only worry was that the clones mixed in with the Replicant would take the opportunity to kill the Deathmatchers.

Thinking back to the last Deathmatch Showdown, the Replicant we encountered in prison loved to do this kind of thing.

He already considered these people as his reserve points, so how could he tolerate having a few points stolen by Replicant?

What he didn't expect was...

The Replicant he encountered this time seemed to be bolder than he had imagined.

Shh~ Shh~

In the darkened room, Lu Bai, who had been hiding in the darkness, suddenly opened his eyes, his attention involuntarily drawn to the hallway outside the door.

He heard a very faint sound.

It came from the corridor, growing closer as it approached.

He couldn't accurately determine whether the sound was from the shoe surface rubbing against the ground or from the fabric of clothing rubbing together.

The sound was deliberately controlled to be exceptionally soft.

It was already past four in the morning, and at this hour, they appeared silently outside his room.

Whoever it is, they clearly have ill intentions.

Click~ Click~

It felt like some kind of thin wire had been inserted into the keyhole.

The visitor's lock-picking skills were quite proficient.

Without making any unnecessary noise, after about several tens of seconds, Lu Bai felt a barely perceptible breeze; it was the door being gently pushed open.

Lu Bai glanced at him and, through the dim light in the corridor and the title above his head, could barely make out that it was a tall man.

He was wearing a black raincoat, with the hood pulled over his head, and he was probably also wearing a mask.

His exposed eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and he held a 20-centimeter-long iron cone-shaped tool on his numb welding gloves.

The other party had a clear objective and headed straight for the bed where Lu Bai was.

Even at this close distance, he remained breathless with silence.

By assassin standards, both his methods and psychological fortitude are quite professional.