"See? I knew we'd attract Smiling Face after all."
From an old apartment building across the street, Huangfu Zhuo spotted Lu Bai's figure descending from the sky. He turned to Changhu and said,
Changhu didn't look pleased. "What's there to be happy about?"
There was no doubt that the chaos among the deathmatchers hadn't been some trap they'd deliberately set. It had been a pure accident.
They'd been trying to figure out how to deal with Lu Bai, but after two days of discussion, they still hadn't come up with anything.
The yawning gap between them and Lu Bai had finally become too much for one of the Replicants mixed in with their group.
To put it simply, the deathmatchers and the Replicants lacked enough common interests.
For the deathmatchers, this was a gamble they were making with their lives.
But from a Replicant's perspective, it was nothing more than a game they could restart if they lost.
And if it was a game, then the most important thing was, of course, to have fun.
If all they could do was hide and wait for the Deathmatch Showdown to end, how was that any different from being in prison?
So instead of continuing to play house with these deathmatchers, they might as well find some excitement of their own.
As it happened, more than one Replicant had the same idea.
So when the deathmatchers woke up that morning and found several corpses, they immediately erupted into violence.
Granted, the deathmatchers had no way to tell precisely which of them were Replicants.
But so what?
After spending some time together, they were bound to have a few suspects.
The deathmatchers, already on edge, exchanged a few accusations. The moment anyone lost their composure, they immediately came to blows.
Those with a