Resurrection Match

A few other Player-type individuals wanted to resist, but were held back by their companions. "Are you out of your minds? Look at them—they're clearly Players too, and they've got guns!"

"There's only one of her, and there are so many of us. What are we afraid of?"

"Yeah, what are we afraid of? Nothing!"

"She's just one person, why aren't we afraid of her? Especially since that voice sounds familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

"...Forget it, forget it. My gut tells me we should just stick to sweeping the floor."

"..."

The group was furious but dared not speak, forced to bury their heads and clean up the scene. Who would have thought that a moment later, the wail of police sirens would echo from outside? Ye Zhao was startled, too. It's over, it's all over! Now I'm in a situation where I can't even explain myself!

Forget it, time to run. She had no intention of eating prison food.

On the second day of the game, at four in the morning, Ye Zhao leaped from the fifth floor with her suitcase in tow, sprinting through the snowy streets. Heaven knows she really was a genuinely good person!

The group of ability users saw her dashing away at lightning speed and were taken aback. Thinking something had happened, they started running too. Those who had arrived later saw them bolting and assumed a major disaster was unfolding, so they grabbed their belongings and scrambled away in a panic. "What's going on? What happened?"

"I don't know! I just saw them running, so I followed!"

"..."

Seeing the police sirens drawing closer, the crowd of headless chickens finally realized why, and they scattered even faster in a frantic swarm.

By the time several police cars pulled