Seeing the three people making a ruckus below, Makuko's good mood was completely ruined.

His smile vanished abruptly, and his entire wrinkled, aged face radiated visible anger.

"Listening to people from Yuenan speak English is really noisy..."

The ugly king beside him raised an eyebrow. He had been Makuko's assistant for more than ten years. How could he not notice the change in the other's mood?

He raised his right hand, then quickly brought it down…

The two clowns with pale purple noses on the right immediately raised their guns and aimed downwards…

"Da da da da!"

The submachine guns spat fire continuously, and the three Yue Nan men fell to the ground, their blood splattering everywhere.

More than a dozen holes appeared on his body in an instant.

This scene shocked everyone. They were... killed?

Is there no law left? Isn't this old man afraid that the other party's family will sue them?

Although the security situation in Merrick isn't great, there are still laws, right?

These questions were on everyone's mind, but none of them dared to speak up.

If you think about it carefully, you'll understand why such a bloody and violent game can be played in more than twenty countries.

This old man's power and the protective umbrella behind him are definitely not simple.

Because he... was a Jew...

By 2060, this race had completely taken over the entire upper echelons of Merrick.

If they wanted to, let alone kill people from a few small countries, even if they committed genocide, no one would dare to interfere.

They had already done this to their benefactor more than 30 years ago…

Money can buy you everything, and power can buy you everything.

They are a bloodthirsty people; otherwise, they wouldn't have designed such a ruthless survival game.

"Ta-da!"

Makuko knocked on the metal fence, bringing the bewildered crowd back to reality.

His tone was cold, and his cloudy eyes shone with a sharp gaze as he swept his gaze over the crowd.

"Congratulations! Now you have three fewer competitors, and the prize pool has increased by 1.5 million."

By the way... is anyone else thinking of quitting?

The warehouse was completely silent; no one dared to speak.

After a moment, Okuga spoke, bringing the topic back to the main point.

"Mr. Markuk, the Amazon rainforest is so vast, where are we supposed to find Ye Feng and his eight companions?"

"That's right, these are the questions you should be asking..."

Makuko held up two fingers, and the Ugly King immediately pulled a cigar from his jacket pocket, lit it, and placed it between his fingers…

"When the time comes, I will give each of you a satellite watch."

This is a high-tech product developed by our Huijin Group.

The map, prize pool amount, remaining players, and detailed rules of PUBG will all be recorded in it.

Upon hearing this, the white man with the bun hairstyle also asked:

"Is this a solo operation or a random team? Where will we get our weapons? We can't possibly kill that kid with our bare hands, can we?"

Makuko exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled:

"Of course you can team up. If you don't team up, Ye Feng will kill you all."

As for weapons, they will be issued to you later. However, there will be no firearms, only melee weapons.

Upon hearing this, most people nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

They felt that as long as they didn't provide the mercenaries with firearms, they would still have ways to protect themselves.

This significantly weakens their combat capabilities.

After all, when it comes to firearms, who can outmaneuver these professional assassins?

Okuga merely smirked, completely disregarding Makuko's words.

"Boss, you're giving that yellow-skinned kid way too much credit."

If you ask me, you don't need to hire so many people for this money; I can handle it all by myself.

"Hehehe..."

Makuko burst into laughter, shaking his head repeatedly...

“Mr. Okuga, I really like your confidence.”

However, I remind you, don't underestimate Ye Feng just because of his skin color.

If you underestimate your opponent and are careless, you will suffer a terrible fate.

Did you know? Even Cairnster died at his hands.

"What!?"

His smile vanished instantly upon hearing the name Cairnst.

All the mercenaries present were stunned, their expressions clearly showing one word: shock!

Cairnster was a highly decorated warrior, a true master.

Whether it's marksmanship, skill, experience, or battlefield command, he's at the level of a top-tier soldier.

Moreover, this person is the only one who went to the battlefield but did not develop post-traumatic stress disorder.

When he retired, several mercenary companies offered him top-tier salaries to join them.

However, all of them were rejected, the reason being... mercenaries have no faith.

Unexpectedly, he actually participated in this program, and even died at the hands of an unknown yellow-skinned kid.

"That can't be right. How could he be killed so easily? Was he injured and then ambushed by that kid?"

Okuga found this hard to accept, because he had heard the legend of Cairnster when he was 20 years old.

Even now, he still regards Cairns as his idol.

Markuko raised his head slightly and recalled the events leading up to Cairnst's death.

The result was that they didn't know whether to nod or shake their heads...

If we're talking about injuries, they were inflicted by Ye Feng and his gang.

As for whether he was tricked or not, Ye Feng did indeed use underhanded tactics.

But to be precise, it should be called a scheme rather than a sneak attack.

"He lost because he wasn't smart enough. You guys just need to be careful."

This yellow-skinned kid is the smartest, most cunning, and most creative contestant I've ever seen.

Underestimating him will lead to a terrible death.

After finishing speaking, Cheng Haojun, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke, his tone calm but resolute…

"When do we leave...?"

Upon hearing this, Makuko glanced at his watch…

"Hehe, 25 hours left..."

Although Makuko was a capitalist, he was undeniably a capitalist of his word.

He promised Ye Feng 48 hours, and he wouldn't shortchange him by a single penny.

In fact, deep down he still hoped Ye Feng would win.

He's encountered this kind of cash cow—one that's both entertaining and has a stark contrast—after three years.

If possible, he would like to cooperate with Ye Feng in the long term.

However, he also knew that Ye Feng had only come here for his family, and that he only needed to win the grand prize this time.

So it's highly unlikely he'll be able to participate in the game again...

Right now, all we can do is squeeze out every last bit of value from him in order to boost the ratings for the final episode of the show.

In the next two minutes, he answered some more questions.

When the time is up, the answering time will end.

He then turned and left the platform, instructing his men to take the challengers down to rest.

Meanwhile, in cities across China, the name Ye Feng has consistently topped the trending search lists, reaching a level of popularity comparable to the Chinese national football team's 0-7 defeat...