A Flood of Memories

Compared to the hatred between 007 and Ren Leshan, the friction between the fortune teller and Anzhi Tinglan really wasn't a big deal, the Fatty thought.

Watching the Fatty's casual expression, Anzhi Tinglan's heart sank.

Did these people not care even when their companion had nearly been silenced? She'd more or less guessed what kind of people they were. What kind of decent person would hang around with Gu Mian?

They were probably people who, like her, didn't care whether other players lived or died—not even their own teammates.

A bunch of vicious criminals, Anzhi Tinglan judged them in her heart.

Of course, she fit the description of a vicious criminal herself. If they hadn't been on opposite sides from the start, she was sure she would have been happy to team up with them.

She had finished surveying the view outside the window and realized they were probably on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out to escape was out of the question.

It was her first time here, too. Even if she took out her weapon and fought all seven of them, escaping the room would only get her so far. Once outside, she wouldn't even know which way the stairs were.

She had already counted everyone in the room. In the living room were the Chess Masters and Chess Pieces from Group Four, as well as another Chess Piece from one of the other groups. Besides them, there was a Fatty, an albino man, and the fortune teller she had nearly killed in the dating show instance.

That made six people.

The bedroom door beside them was open. Through it, she could see a desk, with a man wearing glasses sitting in front of it.

She had no idea what he was doing there. He hadn't even