Jordan Justin and the two veterans, coming face to face with each other, were caught off guard.
They instinctively froze in their tracks.
However, in the brief moment while they were identifying friend or foe, Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols had already unsheathed their military knives and swiftly drew them close, holding the blades against their throats.
"You're done for."
Glancing at the still dumbfounded veterans, Flossie Wright declared coldly.
The next moment, the blades were sheathed again.
Exchange a glance with Belinda Nichols, they both continued to run without hesitation.
Meanwhile...
The two suddenly 'eliminated' veterans looked at each other in disbelief, their mouths agape.
Just like that, they'd inexplicably been knocked out of the game?
They looked at each other, both seeing a sense of resignation and regret in each other's eyes.
"Hey, did you two see any rookies passing by?"
Not too long after, three of their pursuers caught up and hurriedly asked.
