It was obvious that the deathmatch participants in this cell were all light sleepers.
The slightest sound had woken all four remaining participants, including Lu Bai.
As Formal Deathmatch Participants, they could tell at a glance that Chew Bone was truly dead.
The sudden appearance of a corpse put everyone on guard. They watched one another's reactions with scrutinizing eyes.
For a time, the cell fell deathly silent, as if even their breathing had slowed.
Lu Bai's gaze swept over the other three, but they all seemed perfectly normal. He couldn't spot anything suspicious.
The Collector, who had been crouching with his back against the wall, was silent for a moment before standing and walking over to the bunk to check on the body.
"There are clear marks around his jaw, and his right cheek is badly bruised and bleeding."
Seeing the Collector handle the corpse, the other man, the Fanatic, couldn't help moving closer to Chew Bone's body as well.
"There are no signs of a struggle. Looks like whoever did it acted decisively."
One hand pinned the victim's head in place while the other covered his mouth to stifle any sound. Then, with a forceful twist, the killer broke his neck.
Anyone who could become a Formal Deathmatch Participant was practically a top-tier killer, so they understood this well.
Given how fragile the human body was, as long as the killer acted quickly enough, the hand holding the victim in place didn't need to use much force.
But judging by the marks on Chew Bone's body, the killer had used considerable force with both hands.
Either the killer had been too nervous, or...
"Maybe they really hated Chew Bone?"
As the Fanatic spoke, he slowly raised his head and looked toward the Murderer, who had also been sleeping