Mu Sicheng frowned as he looked across at the Russell Cemetery, where the players were sitting on a bench, ready to go out to battle. "Why are there only two of them? And they're wearing masks?"

The masks worn by the Russell Cemetery team members were painted with a sun radiating light in all directions.

Wang Shun looked at the two silent players sitting on the bench opposite him and quickly tensed up: "The one on the left is their president. He hasn't played in a game for a long time. Why did he play against us this time?"

"Based on their usual tactical style," Liu Jiayi analyzed calmly, "the skills of these two people should be able to defeat us."

Bai Liu simply glanced at the masks of the team members at Russell Cemetery, and without lingering for too long, he looked at the audience seats. His eyes wandered around the audience seats for a moment and stopped at a corner.

There sat a man wearing a top hat, white gloves and holding a cane. He seemed to notice Bai Liu's gaze, raised his hand to take off his hat like a gentleman, and smiled at Bai Liu with his hands open.

Wang Shun followed Bai Liu's line of sight and was startled: "Charles? Why is he here? Didn't he say he wouldn't come to watch our games before the challenge?"

"And if I remember correctly..." Wang Shun quickly opened the system panel, "Today's mid-season competition has a game between the Gambler's Alliance Guild! He should be playing in the game, why is he here?"

Bai Liu looked at Charles and said, "Because I had a private chat with Charles before I went on stage."

Wang Shun was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"After this match, the next one will be a challenge match. The opponent's betting pool and points will be dozens of times ours. In order to control the situation, I need the strong support of Charles, the investor." Bai Liu retracted his gaze calmly, "So I said, come and watch the game today, he will get a gambling match that will satisfy him."

"So he happily decided to give up the game and come to my match betting."

"Make Charles satisfied?!" Wang Shun couldn't help but raise his voice for a moment, then he quickly lowered it, his face anxious, "President, Charles is a gambler. He won't be satisfied with any other competition except the one that allows him to double his points."

"We are about to play the challenge match. There is no need to show your loyalty to him now. You shouldn't be so anxious to talk to Charles about this today. Even if we beat Russell brilliantly in today's match, their betting pool is not big, and the money from the betting pool is not enough to feed Charles."

Wang Shun's expression became more serious. "Giving up his own game to watch our game means that Charles has given up his own stake in the pool... If a man like Charles gives up something to do something but doesn't see the rewards he wants, he will withdraw his investment without hesitation!"

Bai Liu calmly put on leather gloves and walked forward: "I'm confident, just leave it to me, don't worry."

Charles, who was sitting in the audience, rested his hand on the top of his cane and tapped his fingers on the ball carelessly. He shifted his gaze from the White Willow to the players in Russell Cemetery across the street, and the smile on his face became more meaningful:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a betting race that satisfied me. I hope that the horses I selected this year will not disappoint me and deliver a race that satisfies me as promised, instead of wasting my precious racing time.”

There was a huge discussion in the audience:

"Wow, the Gambler's Alliance is really brave. They just gave up the game and didn't play any of the three games. They gave away eight points to their opponents."

"The fans who voted for the Gamblers League in this game must be crazy, right?"

"What can we do? This isn't the first time that Charles has manipulated the betting pool by fixing matches. He has the largest points reserve in the game and he is very strong. He doesn't participate in the league to win, but to gamble. We can't figure out his tricks and there's nothing we can do about him."

"Anyway, I don't dare to join the Gamblers' Alliance. It's too exciting. I don't know what the Gamblers' Alliance is thinking..."

"You want to accumulate points? If you bet right once, you can multiply your money hundreds of times."

"Generally speaking, when Charles directly gives up his rights, it means he has voted for an opponent. He is optimistic about his opponent, right? Who is his opponent?"

"Deer Hunter."

"...The Deerhunters are really strong this year, and they have reached third place. If I were Charles, I would give up the game. Their little clown is too scary. He has a soul-crushing skill and he starts shooting as soon as he enters the game. He attacks indiscriminately, and the people who are killed scream in agony..."

"The Deer Hunters are only 9 points away from catching up with the second-placed King Guild. Do they still have a match?"

"Yes, let me see. Shit! Today is the next game of the mid-season tournament, Killer Sequence vs. Deer Hunter!"

Mid-season tournament.

Daniel lazily leaned back in his chair, humming an unknown hometown tune comfortably, his apple-green eyes casually scanning the people in the killer sequence opposite him. He didn't seem to think that he was facing a top team, but rather a pile of corpses.

Spade was lowering his head to adjust his shoes. He noticed someone was looking at him, so he raised his head. Daniel, who was standing opposite him, smiled when he and Spade looked at each other. He waved his hands playfully, made a shooting gesture, squinted one eye and sniped at Spade and several teammates beside him, making onomatopeia sounds of "bang bang bang" from his mouth.

Ni Shen, who was sitting at the front of the bench, lowered his head in silence, while Cen Mingming, who was sitting opposite him, straightened his back and stared at Ni Shen without a single mistake.

The host standing in the middle raised his voice: "Both tacticians, please shake hands before the battle!"

Nishen and Cen Mingming stood up and walked towards the big screen in the middle. The two of them stretched out their hands in front of the big screen. Nishen finally raised his head and looked at Cen Mingming opposite him. It was a strange and complicated look in his eyes: "...You killed a lot of people in this year's competition."

Cen Mingming grinned and held Nishen's hand tightly: "Really? That may be because there are too many people who deserve to die this year."

Nishen fell silent again. He withdrew his hand and turned to leave, but Cen Mingming stepped forward. He grabbed Nishen's wrist tightly to prevent him from leaving. He subconsciously said "Master..." but swallowed it back and replaced it with "Nishen".

"Ni Shen." Cen Mingming's chest rose and fell twice. He looked at Ni Shen intently, his voice becoming hoarse due to the emotional upheaval. "Do you think it's wrong for me to kill people?"

"You know what these people have done and what they will do, and I know it too. Shouldn't they die? Shouldn't I kill them?"

Nishen slowly looked at Cen, not understanding: "They may deserve to die, but not now."

"So they will die in the [future]?" Cen Mingming laughed hoarsely. He slowly let go of Nishen's hand and asked sarcastically, "But this world line is already the last [future]. We don't have any more futures to waste and start over."

"If they don't die, and if Bai Liu doesn't die, everyone will have no [future]."

"Haven't you and I seen this future more than six hundred times before? Do you still want to stick to your stupid idea that you don't have to pay the price if you haven't done anything wrong?"

Nishen raised his eyes to look at him: "Yes."

The light burning in Cen Mingming's eyes slowly dimmed. He let go of Nishen's hand, shook his head and sneered as if he found it extremely funny, then turned away.

"I am his guardian." Nishen's calm voice came from behind him, "If he does something wrong, I will bear the responsibility with him."

Cen Mingming clenched his fists suddenly. He turned around and grabbed Nishen's collar, and yelled at him uncontrollably: "It was he who did something wrong, not you! It was those heretics who were killing people, not you! It was he who was torturing you, torturing Fang Dian, torturing your friends, colleagues, relatives, and all of us!"

"Why do you have to stand on his side!!"

Cen Mingming's eyes were red, and he suppressed his anger and shouted at Nishen's emotionless face: "If you continue like this, you will die soon!"

When the tacticians were communicating before the game, they were at the login barrier in front of the big screen. They only needed to take one step into the barrier to log into the game. No one could hear what they were saying, but they could see two people arguing in front of the big screen.

Seeing that the dispute was about to escalate, in order to ensure the normal progress of the game, Cen Mingming was quickly pulled away by the people who rushed in. While he was struggling and being pulled away, he looked with bloodshot eyes at Ni Shen who was standing there motionless, staring at him with indifferent eyes.

He saw Nishen mouthing softly: "I'm sorry, Junior Brother."

[System prompt: Killer Sequence VS Deer Hunter, the competition officially begins]

[System prompt: Wandering Circus VS Russell Cemetery, the game officially begins]

Yuan Guang stood up tremblingly. He clicked on the [Tactician Permissions] column in the system panel, clicked to give up the rights to the singles and doubles matches, then turned his head and looked at Shi Qian beside him inquiringly.

Shi Qian nodded to him affirmatively, indicating that she was ready.

Yuan Guang turned around, took a deep breath, looked up at Bai Liu opposite him, and clicked the [Team Competition] option.

[System prompt: Team competition starts... It is detected that there are only two players on the Russell Cemetery side, and the team members are insufficient... It is detected that the Russell Cemetery tactician has a special skill, which is a summoning type, which can allow five players to appear on the field. It meets the team competition rules, and the team competition starts...]

[…The game is loading…]

[System prompt: Both players log in to the game "How to Own Five Buildings"]

[System prompt: You are an ordinary worker in a bustling metropolis, with an average monthly salary of 4,500 yuan. You work diligently just to have your own house, but unfortunately, the average house price here is 320,000 yuan per square meter. Even if you don't eat or drink from today and save all your salary to buy a house, you will have to work for 592 years to buy a house of 100 square meters.]

[Activate the main mission: Please think of a way to own five buildings in this city within a week! ]