"After Vincent's bet, this kid has also achieved the understanding…" War floated in the air and looked at Feng Bujue.
"Hehehe… Feeling your victory slipping away?" Woody's evil laugh came from behind him.
War turned around and saw the man in the black suit whose glasses always glowed. "I finally understand why Vincent wanted to have this Killing Game."
"You think he's helping me?" Woody asked.
"Is he not?" War retorted.
"Hehehe… That's where you are wrong. Sid is his disciple, and if he wanted to help anyone, it would be him." Woody smiled. "Besides, Vincent knows very well that I don't need his help."
His tone suddenly changed to much deeper. "Furthermore… At the end of the day, this game will only have one victor. Assisting anyone will end up hurting oneself."
"You have a point," War said. "But at this point, I think this can be summed up with… Take one's undeserved gains for granted."
