The ventilation in the secret room was small and hidden. The heavy scent of blood permeated the air and wouldn't dissipate. A few female newbies couldn't handle it, rushed to the sink, and vomited.
The two corpses were dragged to the corner by the Vietnamese man, leaving behind striking traces of crimson blood that brought the atmosphere to a chilling low.
Aside from the Chinese team, all other temporary teams had completely fallen apart.
In two hours, the Public Vote Slaughter Game would happen again, meaning two more people would die. No one wanted to be the unlucky one.
The Vietnamese man, confident in his superior combat skills, didn't care at all. The Indian man, however, regretted his passivity. If he'd been able to keep his composure, he could have coaxed the newbies into being cannon fodder and easily taken out others.
