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It was eleven o'clock at night.
The heavy snow had paused for a brief moment.
In the pitch darkness, players carrying weapons fanned out in an arc in the forest, shoveling the ground with their shovels to dig dugouts, simple trenches; they worked at a swift pace.
"Thrilling! I just entered the game not long ago and already, two big team battles back to back!"
"Later, no one fight me for it, I want to kill ten!"
"Damn, I better stay away from you. Don't use me to pad your numbers."
"Am I that kind of person?"
"Who knows."
No one was panicked, only excited as if on a rush of adrenaline.
This game was so lifelike it perfectly set the atmosphere.
It was almost like a real battle!
The rustling in the woods covered up the players whispering in hushed tones.
Fully armed, Chu Guang stood with a hammer, his hands crossed over the end of the handle, his dark pupils staring intently towards the north.
He was taking a bet.
