Everyone on the glass team was numb—twenty-five people on the black team, and only five on the white team?
However, when she made that suggestion, the hammer-wielding man's eyes lit up: "Then why leave five? Might as well bring them all to the black team, and leave the white team with no one."
But the twin-tailed woman rolled her eyes: "Are you stupid? It's already been said that each faction can have a maximum of twenty-five people. If the white team cannot complete the minimum allocation, do you think the game will just end and let you win?"
"Maybe it will randomly draw fifteen people to the white team, and by then our teams might get broken apart, setting up a black versus white showdown."
The hammer-wielding man laughed: "Whatever, maybe it's better if we're scattered?"
The twin tails shook her braids: "I don't want to split up; the four idiots behind me can't do without me."
