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As the competition began, many thought it was going to be a night of tireless struggle.
However, as time passed, the jungle remained eerily calm.
One by one, groups were seeking alliances.
A solitary group might be strong, but could easily be wiped out by a collective attack.
Yet if average-strength groups joined forces, they could potentially hold off strong groups and possibly even break through them.
Thus, shortly after the competition started, things took an odd turn—instead of fighting upon meeting, groups would ask each other about the willingness to ally.
At the temporary camp, inside a tent.
The rain outside had lessened a bit; it wasn't as loud as before, and the voices inside were getting quieter too.
In front of a pile of instruments sat Xiu Chunyun and Peng Yuqiu.
They listened to reports while conversing.
"Will the captain come over?" Xiu Chunyun asked.
"He should, once it gets light."
Peng Yuqiu's answer was extremely decisive.
