Of the seventeen players left on the Ninth Floor, Xu Huo had taken seven. By the time they reached the eighth floor, the remaining nine had split into two factions.
One faction was represented by Gu Yu, Kang Hong, Da Zhi, Chen Shu, and Xiao Ba.
The other was represented by Tie Ge, Zhang Biao, the square-faced man, and the Bald Player.
Behind these two groups stood several other people. Gu Yu's side was mostly women and elderly people, while Tie Ge's side was mostly young and middle-aged men.
"Gu Yu, think this through." Tie Ge's face was dark as he said, "There's no problem getting down to the seventh floor, but what about the sixth?"
"Eight players in one elevator all got wiped out. Even if the players we have left cram into one elevator, it won't help. We have to reduce the number of people. It'll be them or someone else. We don't have a choice."
Gu Yu glanced at the people behind him. "If we do things your way, only thirteen people will be left by the time we reach the first floor. The people standing behind you won't survive either."
Tie Ge didn't care at all about her attempt to sow discord. Instead, he said nonchalantly, "We'll survive as long as we can. By the time we reach the lower floors, the game will be almost over. Then we can just find somewhere to hide and wait it out."
"So that's what you're planning." Chen Shu said angrily, "You're dreaming. Do you think the Mutant Animals' sense of smell hasn't evolved?"
"You're the ones dreaming," Zhang Biao sneered. "How many of you are there? And you think you can protect dozens of people?"
"When it comes down to life or death, do you really think they