The image of that man was turning blurry and twisted, until it finally become someone else.
Qin Yang!
It was Qin Yang!
Su Bai's throat tightened and his lips dried. When the list merged into the desk, he slowly closed his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
The woman beside him asked with a little surprise.
That was annoying. Why wasn't she killed in the earlier rounds since she was so warm-hearted and caring and nosy?
Su Bai waved his hand to show he was alright.
But his head and eyes were hurting badly.
Then, when he touched his cheek, he felt something sticky. It was blood.
He was shocked. Suddenly he felt so absurd. Was that the consequence for figuring out the rules of this game?
Just then, when Su Bai was trying to wipe off the blood from his face, it suddenly became extremely quiet. He looked around and found no one in his scarlet sight. He was the only one in this meeting room.
Was it over?
Was he back to his own game from that one?
