The newcomer was a slightly overweight middle-aged man whose awkward running posture made it clear he rarely exercised.
He stared toward the villa nearby, running as hard as he could.
Before long, he reached Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun greeted him casually. "Are you heading into the villa?"
The middle-aged man stopped, keeping three meters between himself and Zhao Xun.
He sized Zhao Xun up warily and replied, "Yeah. Most of the players must be in the villa, right? Going there is the only way to meet up with the other players and collect the cards we need."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he felt a stab of pain in his back, right behind his heart.
Before the middle-aged man approached, Zhao Xun had quietly dropped a fruit knife.
Talking to him had merely been a way to distract him.
Though the middle-aged man had been on his guard, how could he have imagined that someone standing three meters in front of him could stab him in the back?
The strike hit a vital spot. The middle-aged man staggered and was about to cry out when Zhao Xun rushed forward and clamped a hand over his mouth.
As he attacked, Zhao Xun had kept an eye on his surroundings. There were no other players in sight.
He quickly dragged the middle-aged man's body over to a tall, thick maple tree nearby, then climbed it with some difficulty and hung the corpse over a fork in the branches.
The maple leaves were dense enough to conceal it from view. Only someone deliberately standing beneath the tree and looking up would be able to spot the corpse through the gaps in the foliage.
That way, no one would discover the middle-aged man's death for a while.
After climbing down, Zhao Xun