Louis gritted his teeth, "He's doing this to preserve White Base's life points... White still has two points of blood left!"
"And his goal isn't just that, he's impersonating Gladiator to protect Black's blood as well!"
"This guy, he still wants to win with Black! That's why your attempt to turn him failed; he must have at least one Black player left, someone he would never kill, even if it means risking himself."
He was extremely frustrated, what the hell was this?
To win as Black, is that more important than life itself?
Who plays the game like this? Not killing even after betrayal? Gambling with one's own life? Is it so necessary to provoke him?
"Alright, alright... So this is how you play, huh?" Louis's eyes revealed madness, a fight to the death? Wasn't he capable of that too?
At this moment, the sixth round had ended with their successful vote.
The seventh round began.
