The bespectacled man's proposal wasn't accepted by everyone.
"Heh."
The burly man scoffed, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone. "Cooperate? Who knows how many Replicants there are among you? I wouldn't dare trust any of you."
The remaining deathmatch participant was also young, but the lines around his mouth were deep, and he didn't look like an easy man to deal with.
Sure enough, the moment he opened his mouth, he went on the attack.
"Then what do you suggest? We settle this right here? Then spend the whole match locked in prison, waiting for someone to come and kill us?"
Lu Bai didn't join the discussion. He simply studied the titles above everyone's heads, looking pleased.
Starting in the fourth round, every deathmatch participant with a title was forced to wear their main title.
At last, he wasn't the only one wandering around with a title above his head.
The middle-aged man with the buzz cut, [Khorne's Fanatic (One Star)].
The man with glasses, [Gloomy Head Collector (Two Star)].
The burly man, [Violent Bone Crusher (One Star)].
The young man with the deep lines around his mouth, [Rainy Night Murderer (One Star)].
Lu Bai, [Innocent Smile (Two Star)].
Setting Lu Bai aside, the other four deathmatch participants all had titles with a distinctly bloody edge.
He had a feeling that if the natives could see their titles, they'd be scared half to death.
They weren't exactly unjustly imprisoned.
"Now I really have to give it a try."
Chew Bone stood up, leaning forward. With his burly frame, he made for an imposing sight.
The murderer wasn't intimidated in the slightest. He glared back, deepening the already prominent lines around his mouth.
"Interesting. You're in such a hurry to start trouble. Could it be that you're actually a Replicant?"
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