The man in glasses stared at his name on the rankings in a panic.
How could he be in eleventh place...
Right, his points! His points! The man in glasses shifted his gaze to the number beside his name. Sure enough, his listed points were considerably lower than the total he had calculated himself.
Of course! That was it! They had calculated his points wrong!
How could he have so few points!?
Agitated, the man in glasses thrust his arm into the air. "It's wrong! It's wrong!" he shouted. "My points were calculated wrong!"
"Oh?" The screen flickered, and the rankings vanished. Mr. "Clown's" face appeared on the electronic screen. "Where do you think the calculation went wrong?"
The clown mask prevented anyone from seeing his expression, and his voice betrayed no emotion either. At that moment, however, the man in glasses was focused entirely on his points and how his ranking would rise once they were corrected. He completely missed the loaded implication in Mr. "Clown's" words.
The man in glasses held his Points Card high. "This is my Points Card!"
The other players around him turned to look, only to see him pull two more Points Cards from another pocket.
"These are the Points Cards of the two players I killed today!"
"But my points on the rankings are lower than the total on these three cards! I suspect the system missed some! I'm requesting a recount!"
At those words, the surrounding players began looking at him differently, especially the two who had worked with him earlier that day. They exchanged a quick glance.
Two!
No wonder they still hadn't seen the player with the sprained ankle anywhere in the square. They had been wondering whether something had happened to him, but now...
Of course, they should have