Alice's figure quickly disappeared, having entered the fourth floor.
On the third floor, the Golden Glasses Man and the Detective Little Girl leaned back on the sofa. For them, the pressure of the third game was significant, as they could be killed by Alice's clone at any moment during the dark night.
"Is the fourth game a survival competition?"
The National Foot Boss looked serious, glancing at the National Foot Elder Two and Elder Three. After a few seconds of eye contact, the three brothers smiled simultaneously, with a hint of sneakiness evident in their smiles.
"Finally, it's a game our brothers specialize in. We're very skilled at survival games."
"Big brother, it's time to unleash our big move."
"Let's go."
The three National Team Brothers strode confidently toward the fourth floor, feeling extremely frustrated with the puzzle games on the third floor.
"As long as it's not a puzzle game, I'm fine."
