The players nearby gritted their teeth, wishing they could tear Sui Feng's foul mouth apart.

Zhan Wenzhen continued, "First, clear out the low-level Zerg around us. This will weaken their numbers and also allow us to gain more points."

"We must keep a close eye on the situation on both sides and not let either side win easily."

After thinking for a moment, Zhan Wenzhen said directly, "Let's set the time at 10 p.m., exactly ten hours. After that, no matter how many Zerg are left, we need to unite and ensure that only one Overlord survives within two hours."

"yes."

"Yes, that works."

Players largely agreed with Zhan Wenchen's assessment: it's essentially a matter of sitting back and watching the tigers fight.

But……

Some of the players looked at the dusty battlefield outside and couldn't help but feel worried.

With so many Zerg, can they really take advantage of the chaos? Even if it drags on until the very end, what if none of the Overlords die? Who can be sure they can kill that monster?

"Alright, enough with the dawdling. I think we should do it this way. If we delay any longer, the battle outside will be decided by then." At this moment, Sui Feng impatiently slammed his hand on the table.

He pointed at Zhan Wenchen: "According to this... uh..."

"Zhan Wenchen!"

"According to Zhan Wenzhen, we should first clear out the low-level Zerg in the surrounding area. Players can form their own teams, but I'm warning you beforehand."

At this point, Sui Feng's gaze turned cold, his sharp eyes sweeping over all the players around him.

"This is no longer the time for everyone to fight individually. Those who are afraid of dying should get out and act like cowards. As for the rest, anyone who dares to tamper with the fight..."

"boom!"

Ah~

Sui Feng suddenly drew his twin hammers from his waist and slammed them hard onto the table. (Yes, it was that again.)

The table shattered instantly, the loud noise echoing through the hall along with the panicked screams of those around.

Sui Feng brandished his double hammers and glared fiercely at the crowd: "If I find out anyone dares to stab me in the back, I guarantee their fate will be worse than this table. If I can't kill the King Worm, crushing a small bug is still a piece of cake for me."

There are tons of points outside, so it's inevitable that some people will have ulterior motives to steal them.

Now is the time for them to work together. If they start fighting amongst themselves, what will become of the main storyline? They'll all be turned into a pile of worm poop!

Sui Feng absolutely could not allow such an unstable situation to exist, and appropriate threats and warnings were still necessary.

Pointing at them with two heavy hammers, no one dared to utter a word of rebuttal, and any ulterior motives they might have had vanished at that moment.

"I suggest that players team up in groups of at least five, surround the battlefield from the outside, and then slowly move towards the center."

During this process, if one side finds itself to have an excessive advantage, a balance must be struck immediately.

At this moment, Zhan Wenzhen interjected, breaking the awkward silence.

The Zerg are not easy to deal with, and most of the people here are ordinary people. Cooperation would be safer, so the players would naturally not refuse. In fact, some people have already started to secretly look for teammates in the crowd.

Their attention was mostly focused on the tall, muscular men. As for women, who would choose a delicate woman as a teammate? When it comes to life-or-death situations, beauty is of no use.

Players aren't stupid.

It wasn't that no one noticed Xiao Jin sitting alone by the window; it's just that after seeing her slender shoulders, they automatically ignored her. Because Xiao Jin was sitting in a chair, the long sword at her waist was hidden by the round table.

Otherwise, if they saw that Xiao Jin had weapons, these people's attitude would definitely be different.

Most players use weapons found in the game world, such as watermelon knives, fruit knives, cleavers, kitchen knives, baseball bats, and so on.

Although these items are available in the system store, many players still think that since they are all the same, why bother spending points to buy them?

Some people are dissatisfied with ordinary weapons, so they either try to modify them themselves or resort to robbery.

For example, the guns in the hands of the five mercenaries—they did rob the police station, and while they couldn't open the high-security safes, they could still find three or five police officers' service pistols.

Xiao Jin's sword is much better than the player's weapon. Even if the player is weak, once he is brought into the team, it's uncertain who will end up with the weapon.

However, there are no buts; the fact is that Xiao Jin was disliked by the other players.

As the plan began, all players frantically searched for reliable teammates, with those who looked strong becoming highly sought after.

It's not that no one wants to join Sui Feng and Zhan Wenchen's team; after all, as captains, their performances are quite outstanding, and following them would be safer.

But both Sui Feng and Zhan Wenchen refused.

Sui Feng's answer was that there were too many people there, and too many people would make him a bigger target and attract more Zerg.

Hearing this, the player who had volunteered dared not say anything more. Even though he knew that Sui Feng might be talking nonsense, he didn't dare to gamble!

They could only awkwardly go and look for new teammates.

As for Zhan Wenzhen, that guy was even worse. He didn't say a word, and Lu Yan did all the dirty work.

Lu Yan stood next to Zhan Wenchen with his arms crossed, glaring at everyone who came to join him, successfully making all the players who came to seek refuge leave without daring to say a word.

Lu Yan: Thanks for the invitation! I have no interest in taking on a few more burdens; he's already busy enough!

Before long, the players who had formed teams stood together in twos and threes, and the remaining players became more noticeable.

There are fourteen players remaining, almost all of them women, with the only two exceptions including Xiao Jin, a fake man.

As for the other one, he was a boy who was twelve or thirteen years old.

He was rather thin, wearing a pair of drab gray denim overalls with the cuffs casually rolled up a few times. His once flawless, milky skin was now covered with bruises and scratches of varying shades.

His hair hung limply on his head. He stood alone in the corner, his gaze indifferent, exuding a maturity beyond his years.

This brings us to one of the most frustrating aspects of survival games.

The game involves everyone, from the elderly to infants; everyone on Earth is drawn into the survival game.

Of the more than eight billion people who were drastically reduced in number, the dead were mostly the elderly, children, and people with disabilities who had difficulty moving around.

When they returned to the login space, some people mentioned these vulnerable groups, but most players kept quiet because they knew that their parents and children were likely no longer there.

No one dared to meet the little boy's clear, reflective eyes, for fear that their own ugliness would be reflected in them.

At this moment, a tall girl stepped out from the crowd, biting her lip and trying hard to suppress the grievances in her heart.

"I wonder if the number of people in the team can be more flexible. We have limited strength, so we would like to form a team."