Lu Bai suddenly stopped smiling, and the deathmatch contestants present couldn't help feeling a little tense.
Zhou Lei still wasn't as quick to react as Feng Qian, but he knew how to read the room.
He immediately copied Feng Qian, putting on a respectful, ingratiating expression.
"That's right. We'll keep pace with the times, promote integrity, shoulder our historic mission, and demonstrate our sense of responsibility..."
It was like when someone stood up in front of you at a movie theater, forcing everyone behind them to stand up too.
With Feng Qian and Zhou Lei taking the lead, the other deathmatch contestants could no longer keep calm.
One after another, rousing slogans rang out across the courtyard.
Lu Bai's smile returned.
But he didn't say much. He merely beckoned Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to follow him to the back courtyard.
The two deathmatch contestants naturally didn't refuse, following close behind Lu Bai.
As they walked, Feng Qian kept shouting slogans. In a way, he really did have a strong sense of conviction.
"...inspire a powerful response and ignite the passion to strive forward."
"That's enough."
Lu Bai turned around and cut Feng Qian off, then changed the subject. "Which people in the courtyard do you think are Replicants?"
His speech earlier hadn't come out of nowhere. He'd simply been testing them.
In his view, these two deathmatch contestants were probably not Replicants.
After all, it was almost impossible for a Replicant to go to such lengths of their own accord just to stay alive.
Feng Qian dropped his shamelessly ingratiating act in an instant. "Brother Lu, I was just about to warn you to be careful."
In every Deathmatch Showdown, there were two hundred contestants, and the ratio of actual deathmatch contestants to Replicants was basically one to one.