Death Game Three

"No, no..."

"Please, don't kill me..."

An Qingqing pleaded after taking off all her clothes.

At the same time, she had a razor blade hidden between her fingers. None of the survivors who had made it this far were simple; they all had some means of saving their own lives.

Feigning a pleading manner, An Qingqing slowly approached Lin Feng, the razor blade carefully concealed between her fingers.

Die!

An Qingqing roared inwardly, then slashed straight at Lin Feng's neck.

With his Basic Combat Technique, Lin Feng's body reacted instinctively, easily pinning An Qingqing against the pool table.

"Trying to kill me?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

Just then, a masked man walked over.

The masked man grabbed An Qingqing and tied her to a pool table.

"Survivor An Qingqing attempted to violate the rules and will be barred from taking two shots."

"Survivor Lin Feng has been awarded two ball-in-hand shots."

Lin Feng?

An Qingqing stared at Lin Feng in shock. Had this man been lying to me from the very beginning?

And here I thought I'd hidden it so well.

Two ball-in-hand shots, and I only have two balls left...

Although An Qingqing wanted to say something, her mouth had already been stuffed full, leaving her able to make only muffled sounds.

Bang!

Lin Feng casually positioned the cue ball, then easily sank the shot. Now only the black eight ball remained.

And it was right at the mouth of a pocket.

The kind of shot anyone could make.

Naturally, Lin Feng did not dawdle either. After he sank the final ball,

accompanied by An Qingqing's cries of despair, the body tissue represented by the balls he had just pocketed began separating from her body.

After floating into the air, it burst apart.

Moments later, all that remained of An Qingqing was an empty skin submerged in a pool of blood.

"So bloody."

Lin Feng covered his nose in disgust, then walked toward a large door.

Written on the door were the words: To the next Death Game.

He pushed the door open. An old man was already waiting for him inside.

That fast? Looks like this guy is no ordinary person.

Lin Feng did not underestimate the man just because he was old and had a head of white hair.

The same still held true: anyone who could enter this floor was no ordinary person.

"Hello there, young man. My name is Bai Sheng."

"Hello, my name is Gu Chen."

Lin Feng reached out and shook Bai Sheng's hand, and the two became acquainted.

Of course, if the other man had not spoken first, Lin Feng really had no intention of talking to these competitors of his.

One of them would have to die soon anyway. What was the point of talking so much?

Lin Feng had no idea what this game involved either. There was only a single table on the entire floor.

But a moment later, the elevator's broadcast rang out.

[Please assemble a firearm and shoot the person in front of you. The survivor wins.]

The next moment, two piles of parts suddenly appeared on the table.

Lin Feng and the old man exchanged a glance, then both rushed over and began inspecting the parts.

[Game start!]

"Fuck, how many guns are these parts from?!"

With his firearms proficiency, Lin Feng could tell at a glance that these parts did not belong to a single gun. They came from at least a dozen guns.

But that posed no challenge to him either.

After all, to Lin Feng, who possessed firearms proficiency, it was as though every part already had its name and label written on it.

Lin Feng could identify the purpose of these parts at a glance. He could tell immediately which were useful and which were not.

The old man was clearly no ordinary person either.

Although he looked to be in his sixties, his hands were anything but slow. He kept comparing parts and had already put together the rough frames of three pistols.

"Young man, when it comes to guns, you're still too young."

The old man smiled at Lin Feng, who had not moved. It was normal not to know where to start; even he had been somewhat bewildered by such a huge pile of parts.

"Heh, everything you've assembled is wrong."

Lin Feng spoke calmly. He was not lying; all three pistol frames the old man was currently assembling were wrong.

By the end, he would find that a part was missing and the gun would not fire, or something along those lines.

Then Lin Feng also began working quickly.

He precisely picked out the matching parts from the pile. Since he had already located all the parts earlier, all he had to do next was assemble them.

Lin Feng checked the old man's progress, then quickly began assembling his gun.

The old man paid no attention to what Lin Feng had just said. In his view, Lin Feng was merely trying to distract him.

One minute later.

Lin Feng finished assembling the pistol and loaded the sole bullet.

Feeling the cold object against his forehead, the old man put down the half-finished gun in his hands.

"Hahaha, shoot. To think an old man like me actually lost! Hahahahaha!!!"

Bang!

Naturally, Lin Feng wasted no words. Mercy toward an enemy was cruelty toward oneself.

Lin Feng did not care who the old man was. To him, the most important thing was to survive and find a way back to Blue Star.

After the old man died, another door appeared before Lin Feng.

[Please proceed to the next game.]

After he pushed the door open, there was no one inside, but there were four chairs.

Lin Feng simply sat down on one of them and waited quietly.

A dozen or so minutes later, a woman in a short skirt appeared, but the elevator's broadcast did not sound. That meant the game had not started yet.

Sure enough, a few more minutes later, a burly man walked in, covered in blood.

Next came a potbellied middle-aged man, and finally a muscular young man.

[The game begins. This game is called musical chairs. Only one person may survive in the end.]

After the broadcast sounded, Lin Feng stood up against his will.

[Players, please form a circle around the chairs.]

They all complied. They had all played musical chairs before. One person would be eliminated each round, leaving only one winner in the end. In other words, only one of the five of them could survive.

The muscular man and the burly man were not worried at all. After all, they were strong and could simply seize a chair by force.

[Game start!]

[Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.]

[Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep...]

The tapping grew faster and faster...

Suddenly!

The tapping from the broadcast stopped.

Knowing the rules well, they hurried to grab seats.

[Li Tian has been eliminated.]

The potbellied middle-aged man looked around in terror.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me! I haven't found my wife and child yet! Don't kill me!!!!!"

Bang!

The potbellied middle-aged man exploded on the spot.

"Hey, if it has to be this bloody, could you give us a warning next time?"

Lin Feng shouted as he pulled the intestines that had splattered onto his face away. His clothes were ruined too.

"Bleurgh!!"

The beautiful woman in the short skirt looked at the heart hanging from her leg and threw up.

Although the burly man and the muscular man looked somewhat sick, at least they did not vomit.