However, only those who experienced the battle know how arduous the victory was.

No one felt any joy; they were still worried about their companions and families.

This game, filled with killing, left them all physically and mentally exhausted.

However, while some are saddened, others are bound to be happy.

For example... the instigators of all this, the capital behind the scenes...

Cheers erupted in the control room of the Triangle Building...

Makuko stood in front of the one-way glass, a glass of champagne in his left hand and a cigar between his right, his mouth practically stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

He slept in his office all night to watch the battle.

Clearly, his wait was worthwhile.

The excitement of this battle far exceeded his expectations, and he estimated that it would bring in hundreds of millions of dollars after it was broadcast.

He could probably make a fortune just from clicks and views.

He originally thought that Cheng Haojun was lurking behind the scenes and would kill Ye Feng and the others.

Unexpectedly, a reminder from the indigenous woman named Liya completely overturned this almost perfect plan.

It even reached a level of brilliance that I never imagined; it's as if even God wants me to make money.

Makuko slowly raised his left hand, and the Ugly King behind him immediately stepped forward and gently clinked glasses with him. Both of them drank their wine in one gulp.

"How's it going, Ugly King? Didn't I say before... this battle royale game... would take our show to unprecedented heights?"

The Ugly King remained noncommittal, his face paint almost smeared together from his smile. He obsequiously picked up the bottle and slowly poured Makuko another glass.

"Sir, your vision is truly remarkable, and I admire you immensely."

"Hehehe..."

This flattery seemed to have hit Makuko's sweet spot.

For capitalists, nothing is more enjoyable than making money, especially such a large sum.

Although this episode hasn't been edited yet, he's certain that the data in all aspects will surpass any previous episode.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out another smug, sinister laugh.

"But what a pity, sir..." The Ugly Emperor's smile froze, and for a moment he seemed somewhat lost in thought.

"Now the game is no longer in doubt, and Ye Feng is still alive. Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan alone probably won't be able to stop them from winning the grand prize."

This means... the game is completely over....

Upon hearing this, Makuko's smile froze for a moment, and he felt a pang of disappointment and reluctance.

Having Ye Feng in your hands is like having a walking money-printing machine.

Now that the show has lost its suspense, it means that he will soon lose this money-printing machine.

When someone gets used to making big money, they suddenly find themselves only able to make small money...

Even if this small amount of money exceeds the income of 99% of the world's population, the person will still suffer a huge psychological blow from the disparity.

That's exactly how Marku felt at that moment. He probably wouldn't encounter someone like Ye Feng again...

"Sigh... there's nothing we can do, in this world... talent is the most precious thing."

Go downstairs and prepare the bonus. Remember... it has to be in cash. I'll talk to him about it later.

"yes."

The Ugly Emperor put down his wine glass and slowly left the office.

Makuko sat back in his boss's chair, rocking it slightly. Despite making a fortune, he felt utterly disappointed.

At this moment, it's a foregone conclusion that Ye Feng and his group will break through the encirclement.

He planned to have a serious talk with Ye Feng when he received the prize money; perhaps... the other party might be willing to participate in the game again.

But as soon as he thought of this, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Having observed Ye Feng for so long, I have come to understand his temperament and character.

This young Chinese man doesn't seem to have much interest in money at all, and with his fame, he probably won't be short of money after returning to China.

After a moment, he shook his head, exhaled a puff of smoke, and muttered helplessly to himself:

"Talented people...talented people are rare...well, it's time for me to retire."

As he finished speaking and was about to get up, the projector on the ceiling suddenly started to emit a red light.

"Um?"

Makuko frowned, and without thinking, picked up the remote control and pressed the button on the projection screen.

Soon, the ugly face appeared in the middle of the curtain.

"Ugly, what happened?"

Ugly's face turned serious, and his usually quirky voice became much more formal.

"Sir, just now, we captured a group of eight Shuar tribe natives."

According to their statements, there were some compatriots behind them who were preparing to enter our competition area, a total of 62 people.

They said they were looking for the lost spoils of war belonging to their people, and also to avenge them.

It was really just an excuse to plunder the territory and women of other ethnic groups.

I think... this could potentially affect our game challengers.

Should I take men and wipe them out now?

Upon hearing this, Makuko first frowned, took a deep drag on his cigar, and his mind began to race...

This competition venue has always been reserved for their exclusive use.

Because they are located at the crossroads of two countries, they generally do not interfere with the normal lives of the indigenous people, even in the event of inter-ethnic conflicts.

Makuko suddenly seemed to realize something and immediately asked:

"Are the Bhagaka tribes on their list of targets?"

Ugly nodded without even thinking.

"Yes, and the spoils they lost were the two Baijia tribe women who were with Ye Feng."

Not only the Baija tribe, but any other weak or vulnerable ethnic group is on their plundering list.

"Excellent!" Makuko slammed his fist on the table in excitement, and the shrewd smile returned to his old face.

"Release them immediately, let these 62 people pass, and you must tell them..."

Ye Feng killed their people and stole their spoils.

However, you must be careful not to allow them to carry any firearms.

I'll have someone send you footage of their ambush from that day shortly. Show it to those people...

Ugly raised his eyelids, which were covered in oil paint, clearly indicating that he knew Makuko's intentions.

"But sir... forgive my impertinence, but wouldn't this violate the rules?"

The last battle royale game received a lot of criticism from Chinese viewers.

If they come again...it might completely ruin our show's reputation.

"Hmph!" Markuko smiled confidently...

"Don't worry, they won't blame us. This whole thing was clearly caused by Ye Feng himself."

It's only natural for people to want revenge; I did promise the Venezuelan prime minister that I would.

Using this place as a game venue is conditional on not interfering with the normal lives of the local indigenous people. Am I supposed to go against the prime minister of a country just for Ye Feng's sake?

At this point, Markuko exhaled another puff of smoke, seemingly enjoying it.

"Furthermore, I will not ask Ye Feng to fight against those natives or kill them."

He can still choose to go straight to the finish line, and the game can still end.

I didn't change any rules, so what does it have to do with me?

It's all up to his own choice...