The group had nearly finished their discussion, and Jin Qiu also leisurely emerged from the muck, a mischievous delight permeating from his artfully whimsical childlike voice—
"Current game failure, 13 players are alive, now we are entering the fourth round 'The Frog's Golden Ball'. Please prepare yourselves, players! The countdown to one minute begins. 59, 58, 57…"
After several bouts of shock and fear, they were unknowingly already in the fourth round.
The survivors had dwindled from 33 to 13 people.
Shen Mo picked up Bai Youwei, preparing to hide her back in the shell. However, Bai Youwei gently tugged at his shirt corner and whispered in his ear: "Go over there."
She pointed in a direction.
Shen Mo raised his brow slightly, "Why?"
"I want to keep my distance from him." Bai Youwei said, "That Zhang Hua, he might go mad."
