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"The Landeck star team, randomly select half of the group members and chop off one finger as punishment," the Blue Trojan displayed the members' avatars on the virtual screen, then began the selection, without giving them a chance to plead their case.
The newbies were terrified, staring intently at the screen, praying not to be chosen, while the survivors from other teams also looked pale, feeling a mix between relief and a fox's sadness at the death of a rabbit, knowing they were just toys to be played with by the Trojan, with no opportunity to resist.
After ten seconds, the meandering light stopped, picking an air hostess.
"No, please, ah!" The air hostess had barely finished her terrified plea when a piercing scream rang out from her throat, her finger severed, falling onto the deck.
People hadn't even recovered when a young Nazi covered in freckles screamed again, like a pig being slaughtered, bending over clutching his hand. At his feet lay a severed index finger.
