The Judge and the rest of the team pressed Spades toward the game pool. They walked with loose, careless postures, but wherever they passed, people still dodged aside in a panic, hurrying to avoid them.

“Look at this!” The Judge accused Spades. “Isn’t this all your fault? You’re so vicious even when you’re only playing a game in the game pool!”

Spades lifted his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

“They aren’t afraid of me. They would be afraid of anyone who brought victory. It has nothing to do with what I did. It is simply their fear of being unable to obtain that victory themselves.”

“If these people’s fear is one link in obtaining victory,” Spades said, turning his head away with apathetic calm, “then let them be afraid.”

The implication was that victory would ultimately belong to him.

That tone was arrogant to the point of certainty.

The Judge was left speechless by the rebuttal.

Although Spades seemed to have zero emotional intelligence, there were times when his thinking was so thorough and so cuttingly sharp that it was astonishing. It made it impossible for The Judge to seize on such matters and use them to make trouble for him.

“Fine. Just pick three games at random.” The Judge rubbed his forehead helplessly. He truly had no way to deal with Spades. “Let us see the results of your individual training during this period, and you can inspect the results of our team training as well.”

“If we have the ability to hold you down...” The Judge took a deep breath and said solemnly, “then prepare to return to the team. It’s time to begin official league training.”

Spades nodded. He drew out a long black whip, swung it, and struck one of the distorted posters swimming in the game pool.

The entire Killer Sequence battle team vanished from the spot.

On the other side.

Mu Shicheng lowered his body and climbed along the outer wall of Killer Sequence’s guild building. His sharp monkey claws dug into the wall, and the question-mark-shaped tail of the Thief’s Trained Capuchin Monkey faintly curved out from behind him, hooking onto any protruding decorations or structural features.

He was also wearing an outer garment that changed color like a chameleon, blending with the environment around him. It was an Epic-grade item Bai Liu had obtained in the game pool and handed over to Mu Shicheng.

And this allocation had been extremely correct. It made Mu Shicheng’s infiltration into Killer Sequence smooth as flowing water, seamless to an unbelievable degree.

After several brilliant shifts of color and a few dangerous swings through the air, Mu Shicheng landed steadily in a long corridor near the top floor of Killer Sequence’s guild.

He casually shook the wall fragments out from under his nails. The tail behind him retracted into his body like a coiled wire. His red pupils swept left and right, and he raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

What the hell was this big guild doing? Their own base camp didn’t have a single anti-theft measure?

Wasn’t this just waiting for someone to come steal their house?

But if Mu Ke, who had thoroughly studied the developmental histories of the various guilds, were here, he would certainly have been able to give Mu Shicheng a proper lesson on why Killer Sequence’s guild building was so empty and unguarded.

As a rising star that had surged suddenly last year by relying on Spades, Killer Sequence had been extremely likely to take advantage of that momentum, expand, and firmly secure its position as the number one guild. This was logical, and it was what every guild leader would want to do.

But Killer Sequence did not have a guild leader.

Because Spades refused to be one.

As a result, the guild had developed in an almost wild state. Most of its members were people with peculiar ways of doing things, certain abilities, a personal cult-like worship of Spades, and high-potential rookies who did not want to be constrained or recruited by large guilds.

Although they occupied a large building, the members of Killer Sequence maintained a detached state. They gathered in the building in a kind of Schrödinger’s cat-like dual existence.

When they were playing in the league, they needed the guild as a registration requirement, so at that time, they were the guild’s reserve team.

When they were not playing in the league, they were individual players.

This new generation of Killer Sequence members had been deeply influenced by Spades. Every one of them felt they had been born for league victory, and every one of them felt they were cold-blooded league killers.

This situation of everyone fighting their own battles only improved after The Judge was scouted. He made this group of problem children realize that only five “little friends”—no, players—could become league killers.

Before they could become killers, they first had to do something else for the guild’s development.

That was right. The Judge, the tactician who had been scouted halfway through, had been abruptly slapped with the title of Guild Leader by Spades. Not only did he have to worry about team training and managing the unruly team members, he also had to worry about every major and minor matter of the guild’s development.

One tactician was being used like eight people, forced to work overtime at all hours, and Spades did not even pay him a salary.

Under these circumstances, guild security had already become the lowest priority on The Judge’s list. He worked overtime both inside and outside the game, and he was about to die from exhaustion.

Furthermore, although Killer Sequence’s security was poor, under the catalysis of Spades as a spiritual symbol of victory, everyone here was a battle lunatic who would not let go once they bit down. The stronger the opponent, the more excited they became.

Guilds with any sense basically would not touch Killer Sequence.

Mu Shicheng carefully scouted the surroundings. After confirming that there were not many people left in the building, he quickly decided on his next move and broke deeper inside.

According to ordinary guild practice, high-level items were usually stored in one of two places.

The first was the personal system-panel warehouse of the guild’s specialized warehouse keeper.

The warehouse keeper not only stored items, but was also responsible for testing and maintaining them in-game once a week. Because this person carried a large number of high-level rare items year-round, he was considered a small mobile treasury. Alongside weapon modifiers, warehouse keepers held one of the two most confidential positions in a guild.

Incidentally, the top-tier warehouse-maintenance personnel in the game belonged to Golden Dawn. And this did not refer to one specific person, but to the entire membership of that guild.

No one knew what that guild did, but everyone seemed to have the background of a highly trained police warehouse manager. They were especially skilled at guarding and storing dangerous goods.

Many guilds, such as the King’s Guild, the Kabbalah Life Guild, and even Charles’s Gamblers Club, had tried probing Golden Dawn’s warehouse reserves. Not necessarily to steal their items, but because knowing what items the opponent possessed was itself an important part of league intelligence.

But no matter what tricks these guilds used, they all returned empty-handed. It could be said that Golden Dawn was the natural enemy of petty thieves and phantom thieves.

Moreover, Golden Dawn had recently seemed to restructure its anti-theft system again under the direction of its newest member—Armand.

A few days ago, they had caught a spy from the King’s Guild within one minute. Describing Golden Dawn’s current warehouse structure as impregnable would not be an exaggeration.

As Mu Shicheng walked into Killer Sequence, he frowned. He felt that the warehouse structure here held some indescribable similarity to the materials on Golden Dawn’s warehouse structure that Wang Shun had shown him before.

Behind him, a semi-transparent rotating barrier separated by layers of space turned slowly.

[System Notification: A player has triggered the warehouse trap item you set!]

The Judge, who had just entered a game, saw the notification pop up on his system panel. A team member beside him asked what was wrong, and The Judge smiled as he explained, “Nothing. Someone triggered the warehouse-protection item I left behind.”

The team members were dumbfounded.

“Someone actually dares come to Killer Sequence to steal things?”

“I remember our warehouse didn’t have any protection.”

“No one can watch the warehouse either. Our guild doesn’t even have a warehouse manager. Judge, what protection item did you leave behind?”

The noise bombarded The Judge until his head seemed to double in size. He had no choice but to raise his voice and soothe the curious members.

He sighed helplessly.

“Our guild truly has no way to spare manpower to protect a warehouse, so I had to use the simplest, crudest, but most effective warehouse-protection method.”

The members became curious and crowded around him.

“What method?”

“I contacted the leader of Golden Dawn, then offered a sum of money and a prophecy, successfully outsourcing our warehouse protection to him.” The Judge smiled with exceptional warmth and kindness. “The item I set can send the visiting guest directly into Golden Dawn’s warehouse.”

Team members: “...”

Judge, you actually managed to single-handedly freeload off the strongest warehouse keeper...

The Judge gave a sorrowful sigh and shook his head.

“I originally wanted to outsource training too, but Deer Hunter, the guild with the best and strictest training, does not accept outsourced team training. Sigh...”

“And if I handle it myself, you guys never really listen to me, the tactician...”

Team members: “...”

Deer Hunter believed in Spartan-style training! Their members howled in agony every day! They did not even have time to shit or drink water! It was unbelievably miserable! You could tell just by looking that they would get kidney stones at a young age!

A veteran member who was usually not very obedient swallowed hard.

“It’s fine if you do it. We’ll listen to you...”

The Judge looked at him with a beaming smile.

“Really?”

All the members nodded frantically.

The farther Mu Shicheng walked, the more he felt something was wrong. He stopped in time, looked around at the architectural style, and sniffed seriously.

On both sides of the bright, spacious corridor, many strange mixed smells could be detected. The scents of people had suddenly become complex and varied, and there was also the faint, cold smell of metal doors.

This was very similar to the scent he had encountered at the headquarters of the Dangerous Heretic Management Bureau.

While Mu Shicheng was sniffing, a blue butterfly edged in gold rested quietly on the window to his left, slowly flapping its wings.

Mu Shicheng turned his face aside, frowning as his nose twitched. He muttered to himself, “There’s also... the scent of moving air...”

“The scent of wind.”

The butterfly beat its wings rapidly. A violent gust swept through the narrow passage, and a blurred figure merged with the wind, rushing toward Mu Shicheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Relying on the wind’s pressure and speed, the opponent stepped across the surrounding walls and delivered a heavy blow to Mu Shicheng with near-divine assistance.

Mu Shicheng crossed his arms and took the blow head-on. Not to be outdone, he struck back with his claws, flipping his hand over to grab the person’s face and pin him to the ground.

The opponent took a very light breath and moved to kick him. Mu Shicheng parried with his right claw and swept out his leg, aiming to knock out the opponent’s lower body.

In this kind of wind, failure to stabilize one’s form meant defeat.

The opponent hopped lightly, floating into the air and clinging to the wall. His breathing became even lighter, almost merging with the wind, impossible to detect. A butterfly landed on his shoulder, its wings still fluttering constantly.

Mu Shicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the scent of scales from butterfly wings.

The wind abruptly grew even more violent, so dense it was almost opaque.

Mu Shicheng was pressed down by the immense pressure of the wind until even his chest struggled to rise and fall. He had no choice but to let go and retreat. His monkey claws dug hard into the wall, stabilizing him against the metal surface.

The wind gradually dissipated.

Mu Shicheng jumped down. The person opposite him stood on the ruined floor, his neat brown short hair blown into disarray and flashing with a strange light beneath the white lamps.

Armand looked calmly at Mu Shicheng.

“I didn’t expect us to compete again in a place like this, Mu Shicheng.”

“Using a word like ‘compete,’ which implies we’re evenly matched, seems a little inaccurate, doesn’t it?” Mu Shicheng raised an eyebrow. He tossed the golden wing-shaped hair accessory in his hand, spinning it around his finger as he smiled disdainfully. “If this were a match, what I stole would have been your head, not the hair accessory on it.”

“Is that so?” Armand remained unmoved. He gazed at Mu Shicheng calmly. “You said the same thing to me after our first battle, when you stole my recording pen.”

“The memories of the past do not only grant people pain.” Armand shifted his gaze to the hair accessory. “They also grant experience.”

Mu Shicheng froze.

He suddenly realized something and tried to throw away the hair accessory in his hand, but it was already too late.

The wing-shaped hair accessory in his hand exploded with a bang, transforming into a steel-wire mesh of handcuffs that firmly bound his hands, wrists, and upper arms. He could not break free.

Armand looked up at him.

“You hate mesh restraints and handcuffs the most, so I summarized them and brought this as a reunion gift.”

“Long time no see, Mu Shicheng.”

——————

Mu Ke led Du Sanying, who had already done his homework, to the game pool.

Du Sanying’s situation was a little better than Mu Ke had expected. Not only had he accepted these things quickly, but the number of games he had played had already exceeded fifty-two. He had already met the requirements for league registration.

So after asking Du Sanying’s opinion and confirming that he was willing to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped him handle the registration process. Then, according to Bai Liu’s instructions, he brought Du Sanying to the game pool for practice.

Du Sanying looked fearfully at the posters swimming in the pool, then timidly looked at Mu Ke.

“Which one should I choose?”

“It doesn’t matter which one you choose,” Mu Ke explained patiently. “My basic stats are enough to handle most of the games in the game pool, and you are a player with full luck value. The game you choose won’t be too dangerous for you.”

Years of being a “lucky person” made Du Sanying deeply uneasy. He said with a miserable expression, “But I’m the only lucky one... The people around me are usually very unlucky.”

“I know.” Mu Ke politely maintained a certain distance from Du Sanying and showed him his panel. “I will keep a proper distance from you while protecting you, making sure the impact I suffer is minimized.”

Mu Ke smiled and comforted him. “Although I don’t look very remarkable, that is because my profession is assassin. I am not that weak. Rest assured.”

After hesitating for a long time, Du Sanying finally stepped forward and chose a game. Mu Ke followed and jumped in after him.

The first thing that struck their ears after entering was a burst of tremendous, continuous gunfire. Bullets swept over the ground without pause. All the monsters in the area had been killed and lay on the ground, mixed among the corpses of players who had died with their eyes open. It was a bloody mess where the boundary between human corpses and monster corpses could no longer be distinguished, an exceedingly brutal scene.

Du Sanying was stunned.

“This game instance has already reached the final stage before clearance.” Mu Ke remained very calm in the face of this scene and even comforted Du Sanying. “It’s fine. Your luck really is very good. The other players who entered with you have already cleared out the monsters in this instance.”

Mu Ke’s gaze shifted to the faces of the player corpses that had been blasted beyond recognition by gunfire, and he narrowed his eyes.

Afraid of frightening Du Sanying, he did not say the second half aloud.

The players had also been cleared out.

It seemed there was a very dangerous fellow in this game.

Du Sanying was so frightened that tears kept streaming down his face, and he bit his hand.

“But isn’t this too fast? I just came in...”

“There are players like this.” Mu Ke’s tone was calm. “This game no longer has any value. Prepare to exit...”

A burst of high-frequency gunfire swept over indiscriminately from the distance, accompanied by a cheerful “Wooo-hoo!”

Mu Ke reacted extremely quickly. He took out an item armor to shield himself, protected Du Sanying beneath him, and focused on listening for the direction the gunfire had come from.

Du Sanying was so startled that he tried to crawl out from under the armor.

“Don’t get close to me! Something unlucky will happen!”

The abnormal sound of bullets striking the item armor quickly attracted the attention of that keen shooter. But before Mu Ke could retreat, the shooter dropped from the sky, seated on a giant spring, and pressed down toward the item armor beneath which they were hiding.

Mu Ke’s eyes and hands moved quickly. He dragged Du Sanying and rolled away, emerging from beneath the armor. Then he knelt on one knee and pulled out his dagger, looking up at the newcomer.

Then he froze.

He had already seen many players in strange outfits, but the player before him was still the kind of person who could make someone freeze in a life-or-death moment.

This player was sitting on a giant colored spring more than three meters tall and about one meter in diameter. His legs were crossed, his feet swaying, and he held a dark green sniper rifle about half a meter long. The upper half of his face was covered by a paper-mâché Joker mask, drawn in a terribly distorted way, like a low-scoring colored-pencil assignment from a child’s art class.

On the lower half of his face, a pair of overly large red lips had been painted directly onto the skin. Together with the paper mask above, they created the impression of a very half-hearted Joker disguise.

The red lips had clearly been smeared on carelessly with a thumb dipped in someone’s blood. The smear was a mess. A strong scent of blood hung around him, and scabs had congealed near the corners of his mouth. As he smiled, crusts of blood still cracked and fell away.

His exaggerated green bell-bottom trousers and dark green sniper rifle were both splattered with blood, fragments of internal organs, and white brain matter.

He sat on the spring with his chin propped on one hand, tilting his head as he looked down at Mu Ke’s face. The curve of his splitting mouth grew wider and wider, and apple-green eyes leaked out from behind the paper mask.

“I remember that beautiful, delicate face of yours.” He spoke in English with a Spanish accent. His tone held a strange, bloody elegance, and the elongated trailing notes common to upper-class nobles gave him a somewhat lazy air. “Because I saw it while kneeling on the ground.”

“So it left a deep impression on me. One I’ll never forget.”

He raised the sniper rifle in his left hand. Halfway through the motion, however, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He hopped up on one foot and balanced unsteadily on the edge of the spring, just like a circus performer standing on a ball. He placed one hand in front of himself and the other behind him, bending into a crossed bow.

Once again, it was an extremely noble etiquette, completely mismatched with his current ridiculous performance and appearance.

“My father taught me that before killing an opponent, one should introduce oneself.” He bowed, his tone polite and respectful. “Out of respect for the opponent, we should allow him to know who killed him.”

He lifted his smiling face, but there was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.

“My name is Daniel, Bai Liu’s most beloved godson.”

Daniel raised the sniper rifle and aimed it at Mu Ke. The smile on his face became increasingly violent, while his manner remained careless.

“As for what your name is, that is not important.”

“You are trash unworthy of him, and trash does not need a name.”

“Bang—!!”

————————

In the enormous game pool, after handling all affairs, Bai Liu arrived at the poolside with Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda.

There was not a single player by the game pool.

Liu Jiayi understood as soon as she saw it.

“A battle team from a big guild just entered the pool, and the number of players for the game they entered has not filled yet, so the other players don’t dare come over.”

She turned to look at Bai Liu. Her gaze fell on his hand, which was tightly wrapped in bandages to stop the bleeding.

“Should we also avoid them for a while?”

“When did I ever teach you to hide your sharp edge before the league starts?” A poised and elegant female voice interrupted Liu Jiayi’s thoughts.

The rhythmic, pleasing sound of cork high heels approached, tap after tap.

“What you should do before a match is suppress the sharp edges of others.”

Queen of Hearts wore a bright blue ribbon dress with double halter straps, cream-white opera gloves that reached above the elbows, and her hair was gathered into a neat, exquisite bun at the top of her head. Ten-centimeter-long teardrop earrings of blue-green gemstone swayed beside her neck.

She carried a classic, agreeable air.

Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu.

“Queen, long time no see.”

An entire battle team followed behind Queen of Hearts. They were clearly in the middle of collective team training. But this time, there was a person beside her whom Liu Jiayi did not recognize.

It was a foreign girl wearing a small black-and-white nun’s habit. She looked no older than thirteen or fourteen, with blond hair and green eyes. A pure white headpiece covered her brilliant golden waves. She firmly held a crucifix {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} representing prayer to God in her hands. The green of her eyes was more innocent and pure than shifting sea waves, with a faint hint of blue.

Liu Jiayi needed only one glance at this girl to know that Queen of Hearts’s outfit today was meant to accompany this new team member.

This new member looked like a girl who had stepped out of a classical painting.

Queen of Hearts reached out and brushed back the hair on the girl’s forehead.

“She is the new member who replaced you. Phoebe, go greet your predecessor, and wish her God’s protection in the game.”

Phoebe walked to a spot about one meter away from Liu Jiayi. She did not seem to fear the famous Little Witch at all. Gracefully, she curtsied, lifting both sides of her nun’s habit in a noble manner. She possessed the air of someone raised in a great family. Her voice was beautiful and sweet, like honeyed food.

“May the Lord bless you.”

Phoebe straightened and looked at Liu Jiayi expectantly.

“You have an older brother too, don’t you?”

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at Queen of Hearts, but still replied, “I do.”

“I also have an older brother. Although we do not share the same mother, we share the same father. That is the same as your situation, right?” Phoebe smiled like an angel. “He abandoned me, just like your older brother abandoned you, and abandoned my family.”

“But I do not blame him. I have forgiven him. God forgives all.”

Liu Jiayi stopped speaking. She watched Phoebe vigilantly and silently, invisible thorns rising over her body.

Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi’s hostility. As if unable to restrain her emotions, she stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Liu Jiayi’s hands, placing them over her own heart as she looked at Liu Jiayi with those beautiful blue-green eyes, ocean-like and full of love and friendliness.

“We are so similar. Perhaps we are the ones who should have shared a blood relationship—brothers, sisters, or some other bond. I have always dreamed of becoming friends with you!” Phoebe laughed, her smile sincere and joyful. “You are my favorite player.”

Her eyes sparkled.

“I will definitely win the match, and then I will bring you the happiness bestowed by God.”

Liu Jiayi pulled her hands back in shock and stepped away. Bai Liu naturally stepped in front of her and looked up at Queen of Hearts.

Queen of Hearts nodded slightly with a smile.

“Phoebe has always liked Jiayi. She is actually stronger than Jiayi, but she willingly served as Jiayi’s substitute just to become friends with her.”

“But unfortunately, before this friendship could sprout...” Queen of Hearts’s meaningful gaze fell on Liu Jiayi. “The child she liked ran away.”

“Is that so?” Bai Liu remained unmoved. “Then why didn’t you use Phoebe before?”

“Because I was not stable enough.” Phoebe sighed as if troubled, clasping her hands tightly in devout prayer. “My older brother is still alive, and sometimes he does annoying, embarrassing things that affect my emotions and performance. God bless him. It would be better if he died sooner.”

For such an innocent girl to say words like that with such great expectation, the impact was obviously enormous.

For example, Qi Yifang, who stood behind Queen of Hearts, was already covering his mouth and weeping.

This was not the teammate he wanted. She looked so pure, and she always had “God bless” on her lips, but her heart was black to the core. She even schemed against her own teammates... sob, sob, sob.

As Queen of Hearts led Phoebe away for training, Phoebe still kept turning back and waving reluctantly to Liu Jiayi, her eyes brimming with sorrowful tears.

“Goodbye, Little Witch. I hope God lets you appear in my dreams tonight.”

Liu Jiayi silently rubbed her arms, which were covered in goosebumps.

“Oh, right. If you see my older brother, I hope you can do me a favor and kill him.” Phoebe spoke casually, like a spoiled child asking someone to deal with an unruly pet cat that had scratched her. “His name is Daniel. He is a fool who likes to play the Joker.”

After Queen of Hearts left, Bai Liu patted Liu Jiayi’s head.

“She was used by Queen of Hearts to disturb your emotions. Before we know the specific intelligence on this [Nun], don’t worry about it for now. Let’s enter the game.”

Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and selected the game to log in.

[System Notification: Welcome to the game “Dense Forest Border.”]

[This was once a small tropical border town where a war was taking place. There are dense barrages of bullets, foul swamps, and small lakes everywhere. The jungle is filled with sinister beasts, flies, and mangled corpses, and you are the small soldier responsible for cleaning the battlefield and disposing of the corpses.]

[This is a points-category game. The more corpses a player clears, the more points that player obtains. The player with the highest points within seven days wins the game.]

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu.

“This is a points-category game, different from puzzle-solving types. Generally speaking, there is no fixed main storyline, only background information. Winning mainly depends on two aspects: one is your own judgment in acquiring points, and the other is hindering others from obtaining points.”

Liu Jiayi observed the surroundings for a while, inspecting the environment and making her judgment.

“A tropical environment, with a lot of rain and wind. Both the plant and animal species are extremely rich, and the terrain is relatively complex. We need to watch out for interference from these factors.”

As she spoke, she handed Bai Liu a bottle of antidote.

Bai Liu calmly drank it, and the color in his face improved noticeably.

“But the difficulty of this game should not be high. So far, no players or monsters have come to attack us. Let’s sweep through it quickly and leave the instance.”

Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi nodded.

“Appearing on a battlefield means the first thing we need is camouflage.” Bai Liu scanned the area. “We need three sets of camouflage clothes...”

Before he could finish, gunfire rang out.

This was a game with a war background. Gunfire very likely meant a conflict was occurring nearby.

Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi, and Tang Erda quickly found vegetation to conceal themselves. They lay down, smeared mud on their faces, held their breath, and closed their eyes, pretending to be corpses.

Several people’s hoarse roars faintly pierced through the dense gunfire, echoing through the mountains and forest.

“Spades, don’t run! You said you’d accept the punishment if you lost!”

“You said you’d punish yourself for three matches! A person can’t go back on his word, Spades! Put down the corpse in your hands!”

“Spades, give up! The outside is already full of teammates surrounding you!”

“Spades, you’re really something! You actually stole a teammate’s corpse to win!”

A person wearing deep green military trousers moved rapidly through the jungle. When passing Bai Liu, this person hesitated for a rare moment. He lowered his head and leaned closer to observe Bai Liu carefully, seemingly trying to confirm whether Bai Liu was a corpse he could pick up.

But before he could fully confirm it, the people behind him roared and caught up.

“Put down my corpse!!”

In that instant, when there was no time left to hesitate, Spades grabbed Bai Liu without hesitation, hoisted him over his shoulder, and ran. Without looking back, he lashed out with his whip.

A crisp crack rang out, followed by a man’s shrill scream.

“You actually dealt a heavy blow to your teammate!”

Spades turned a deaf ear to it and continued running forward with the “two” corpses in his arms.

Bai Liu, who was slung over his shoulder, slowly opened his eyes.

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Author’s Note:

At this moment, Spades does not know that the person he is carrying over his shoulder is his wife, not a corpse.

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