Cairnster's silver eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked preoccupied.
"I'm not worried about those Indians; in my eyes, they're nothing more than rats in the gutter."
Once found, I can easily kill him. Compared to this…
At this point, he raised his hand to look at the numbers on his watch, and his expression became unnatural.
"That yellow-skinned kid named Ye Feng hasn't shown his face yet, and... I don't know if you guys have noticed..."
Just last night, the prize pool suddenly increased by 5.3 million.
Since I came here, I have never seen such a large increase in money in a single day.
Even at the very beginning of the game, it didn't happen.
Michelle raised an eyebrow, as if she understood what he meant, and a smile of excitement spread across her face.
"You mean... Ye Feng is dead?"
Upon hearing this, both Pera and Seth shook their heads repeatedly.
"Use your brain, beautiful lady, the number 530 is an odd number."
"Ye Feng is worth 5 million, while killing someone is worth 400,000, and a normal death is worth 200,000."
There's no way we could possibly come up with 530.
Michelle nodded awkwardly, agreeing that it made sense.
All three of them turned to look at Cairnster, clearly wanting to hear his explanation.
"It's obvious that the top five in this number have a bonus."
The only number that can be formed by 500, 300, 200, 150, and 100 is Clement Lewis, who is ranked fourth on the list.
There aren't many challengers left now, and I've been keeping an eye on the prize pool ever since I arrived.
Chou Chou initially said there were 50 people left, but if I'm not mistaken, there should only be about 25 left now.
And among these people, aside from our team and Sundar's, who is capable of killing Clayvin...
There's only one team left from the top ten.
After listening to Cairnster's analysis, the others understood what he was worried about.
Although less than half the time has passed, the battle has already entered a fierce stage.
Those who survived now basically know the show's arrangements.
After all, with such a vast territory, how could such frequent battles possibly continue indefinitely?
It was obvious that they had all been placed in the same place.
Therefore, it is very likely that only two teams will make it to the finals.
A team capable of eliminating the top four teams on the leaderboard is definitely a major threat.
Pera asked directly:
"Could this team be Ye Feng's team?"
The season also echoed this with a hint of skepticism:
"This yellow-skinned kid can be that good? I saw in his profile that he's just a recent college graduate."
His job is just that of a laborer; he doesn't seem to have any outstanding experience or special skills.
Cairnster nodded noncommittally, casually picked up a piece of roasted bird meat from beside the fire, and took a bite.
"Yes, that's true. But information doesn't tell the whole story, and... what if that Ugly guy hid some information in his beard and didn't send it?"
He might not be the one to destroy Clayvener, but the chances are very high.
Don't forget, he's the only Chinese person to top the list in the past three years; he's definitely quite capable.
Never underestimate any enemy; those who have survived to this day are few and far between.
Even those Hindi like Sundar, who only think with their lower bodies all day, escaped from our clutches, didn't they?"
"That's right."
Upon hearing that Sundar was an Indian, Michel was so angry that he slammed his thigh in frustration.
She recalled that a few days ago when she was out, she was suddenly tackled to the ground by that group of people, and her chest was grabbed wildly.
If Cairnster and his two companions hadn't arrived in time, her fate would probably have been even worse than the lizard's.
“I dream of killing these Indians who should have been chemically castrated long ago.”
Kane, now that we know the direction of their camp, let's take the initiative and attack.
Sundar had crossbow bolts, as well as many tools and medicines on him—quite a few good things.
"Once we get it, we can definitely stand up to Ye Feng."
Pera and Seth nodded repeatedly; their experiences were actually quite similar to those of Ye Feng and the others.
At first, they didn't like killing; they just wanted to survive peacefully until the end and win the grand prize.
After all, the prize pool already has more than enough money for them.
However, as the battles in the game increased, they didn't have any powerful survival equipment at the time.
The group knew that they didn't want to kill others, but others wanted to kill them.
Out of self-preservation, the four had no choice but to join this dirty killing game.
Only those with weapons have a chance to survive to the end.
That's the essence of this game, no matter how peace-loving or how much you want to play it safe.
Knowing that others will eventually come knocking on your door, out of instinctive self-defense, you might be forced to join in…
As Cairnster munched on roasted bird meat, he shook his head expressionlessly at Michelle's suggestion.
He certainly wanted to seize more equipment for self-defense, but Sandar and his group were not without the ability to fight back.
If their attempt to steal a chicken fails and they end up losing more than they gain, they'll suffer a huge loss. Besides, all they know is the direction of the other side's camp.
But they didn't know the exact location of the other side's camp, so instead of searching aimlessly in the dangerous and easy-to-get-lost forest...
It's better to wait and see, since the other side doesn't know where our camp is anyway.
"Don't make any rash moves yet. We have enough supplies and tools. If we proceed steadily and surely, we'll survive until the end of the game."
Let Ye Feng's team continue their slaughter. As long as our camp remains unexposed, there's no need to risk causing trouble.
Believe me, the person who survives to the end will not be someone who enjoys killing, but rather... a smart person.
Upon hearing this, Michelle was about to say something when Cairnster handed her a roasted bird.
"Hurry up and eat. Stop thinking about killing Native Americans all day. Our goal is to win the grand prize."
Michelle reluctantly took the bird meat and began to gnaw on it, holding her breath...
One night passed...
It was 6 a.m.
Today is the 48th day of the game, and raindrops are falling from the sky.
At this moment, Ye Feng and Fu Changxiong were sitting on the branches of a camphor tree.
The woods here are sparse, and there are only two of them.
So we just made do in the tree last night, they cut off some branches...
They simply built a platform in the tree to place the stove, so that they could light a fire to drive away wild animals and mosquitoes.
With the help of floral water and a campfire, they did not contribute their blood to the mosquitoes.
However, this sleeping position was really uncomfortable, causing both of them to feel soreness in their waists and legs.
Raindrops pattered against their faces through the leaves, and Ye Feng suddenly woke up.
He instinctively reached for the stun gun at his waist.
He was so happy last night that he didn't go to sleep until the early hours of the morning.
Now that he has two powerful weapons for self-defense, he feels incredibly strong.
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