Chapter 221: Live streaming, Wolf's Lair, Butchers.

A6 District.

The man with the dirty braid removed the bits of flesh from his hair, shook it out, and drops of blood flung themselves out of his hair and landed in three or four deep auburn craters in the plaster.

Not far in front of him, there was a girl lying on her back.

She was seventeen or eighteen years old, just at the age of the first blossom, but at this time she was covered with dust, a body injury, a painful and broken whimper issued from her throat, her hands grasping the mortar, crawling forward, her fingertips plowing a deep furrow in the ground.

...... Her right leg, a myriad of sesame seed sized penetrating wounds from Dirty Braid Man s bloody bullets.

The man with the dirty braid followed the girl crawling for her life without slowing down, scraping his middle finger through his hair, which was greasy with blood, and looking down at the girl in front of him with an agonized expression, as if pondering over some difficult dilemma.

At the end, he raised his wrist flat, and said to the screen, "Tell me how you want me to kill."

The pop-ups are on a hot streak.

"That one just died too fast, didn't it? I didn't even see it clearly."

"I didn't get a good look either."

"I saw it, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Potential offenders, deserve to die, just be a good boy and wear a collar, you have to make it."

"Hey, did anyone say what neighborhood you're in?"

"A7A7, come on A7."

"A-fucking-7, A-6, coordinates (24, 71), come on, if you're late you won't see a thing."

"No way? It's her? I even put three bets on this female. Can't she tell the future?"

"I'm betting on it too, it's fucking bad luck."

"Whoever bets on who is stupid, can only predict the future of three minutes of the top of the egg of the use of ah."

"Then let her predict if she's going to die or not."

"Yeah, let her anticipate it."

The dirty braided man put down his wristwatch and said to the girl, "They're telling you to foretell your future yet."

The girl didn't care, she just arched her back and crawled forward with her teeth clenched.

The corner of the dirty braided man's mouth twitched as he stomped on the girl's injury, "...... I'll make you predictable."

A hoarse, feeble roar of pain followed, and the girl curled up in a shrimp-like ball, her eyes, marred by blood and abrasions, no longer seeing much of the whites of her eyes, bursting with blood and looking at him with hatred.

The dirty braided man shook his head, "Don't you look at me like that."

The girl's eyes almost bled.

The dirty braided man raised his palm nervously and slapped it down hard against her face, suppressing, "Don't you look at me like that. ...... Don't you dare look at me like that!"

He rode on top of the girl, grabbed her short hair, and quickly pleaded in her ear, "Behave yourself, behave yourself, will you. All these people have bought my bets, and if I perform well and am strong enough, I'm sure to be taken seriously. There can only be three that survive, and I will definitely be one third. When the time comes, I'll even live with your share, okay? Hmm? OK?"

The girl, Zhao Rou, looked blank.

Over the course of the day, Zhao Rou had seen too many disgusting things.

Such words fell on her ears and no longer even managed to stir up much emotional turmoil in her.

She had known another girl her age, surnamed Cao, since she entered the institution.

Unlike Zhao Rou, who had several heated confrontations with the agency's "manager" in the beginning, Xiao Cao was a firm believer in the agency's rules, and was so well liked by the "manager" that she was chosen to be the leader of the class, responsible for assisting the "manager" in managing pricks like Zhao Rou. "Cao is a firm believer in the organization's rules and has even chosen her as the head of the class, responsible for assisting the manager in managing pricks like Zhao Rou.

Cao kept urging her to endure it and get out.

Zhao Rou wiped his tears, "I was wronged. I've been wronged. I didn't even know that I had awakened my psychic abilities, so why did they say I was hiding it? If I really wanted to hide it, why did I take the school's physical examination? I'm stupid."

Xiao Cao patiently said, "But this is not right, the rules are like this, if you make a mistake, you should be punished. Besides, do you dare to say that you didn't notice it at all? Your body should have appeared wrong before, right?"

Zhao Rou shook his head, "No, I really didn't."

She put her hand on Zhao Rou's and said softly, "It's not good to lie. There's nothing wrong with telling me."

Zhao Rou didn't like the way Xiao Cao made this statement, as if she had taken a pre-determined position, made a presumption of guilt, and decided that she was just lying.

She topped her off with, "If it's bad to lie, then why are you here?"

Xiao Cao lowered his head, his expression a bit sad, "It's not my fault. After I awakened, my mom stopped me from saying anything, saying that I still have a year to go before the college entrance exam ...... I can't make her sad."

Zhao Rou has never been a big fan of Xiao Cao, thinking that she is always generous at the expense of others, and feeling sorry for her at times.

...... She may be really kind and want to persuade her to bow down to the institution and admit her mistakes and be punished less.

This was also the reason why she chose to drag Xiao Cao along with her to escape after entering the game.

Xiao Cao's special ability was not as good as hers, it was defensive, after focusing her intention, she could harden a certain part of her skin, although the area that could be hardened was only a foot square, but at least it could protect her heart, head, throat, and other parts of her body at critical moments, saving a life.

Zhao Rou took Xiao Cao s hand that was trembling with fear and gripped it hard so that his trembling didn t look so obvious: "Don ...... t be afraid. The two of us together, we can definitely survive. I go out and continue to go to school; you go out and take the college entrance exam."

Cao: "...... Uh-huh."

Last night, Zhao Rou, who was squatting by the river to draw water, concentrated his mind in boredom and wanted to try again to see the limits of his ability.

And in the three minutes into the future that she saw, Xiao Cao approached silently from behind her, took the sharp wooden stick that Zhao Rou had found for her defense, stabbed through Zhao Rou's heart, and let go again, and her corpse plunged into the creek and went with the flow.

Zhao Rou stares blankly into the water.

She didn't let it actually happen.

As Cao approached her with a wooden stick, Zhao Rou creston turned and pierced her throat with a blunt wooden thorn in his hand.

Xiao Cao didn't even have time to harden her body before he collapsed covering his throat that couldn't stop spilling blood.

Before Xiao Cao died, Zhao Rou crouched by the river and did not go over to check on her body or ask her why she had done what she did.

She just watched, watched Xiao Cao struggle to her death.

Before he died, Xiao Cao's throat bubbled with blood and his windpipe ho-hoed, "Why did you kill me ...... I didn't do anything ......"

Zhao Rou did not reply.

In those three minutes of the future, she had gotten her answer, there was no need to ask again.

...... After killing Zhao Rou, Xiao Cao touched his wristwatch and asked the viewers who were watching the live broadcast, trying to talk to them, "I killed her. Is there any reward?"

But she quickly showed her disappointment.

No one there was listening to her, no one even noticed the sudden stabbing.

She couldn't help but mutter regretfully, "...... It's useless."

To Xiao Cao, Zhao Rou was a useless teammate without her offensive psychic abilities, so it would be better to kill her early before she realized it, both as a release of sincerity to the organization and as a way to help free Zhao Rou, and, perhaps, get some sort of reward.

As for how the sacrificed Zhao Rou felt, she wouldn't care.

Just like she is currying favor with the establishment, she doesn't care if Zhao Rou was wrongly accused, she is just trying to prove her loyalty so that she can get more favors from her "handlers".

This kind of "kindness" at the expense of others is nothing more than hypocritical and disgusting selfishness.

Zhao Rou sat facing the corpse for a long time until his legs went numb, then he got up woodenly and left the creek.

It was only after a kilometer out that she welled up with the urge to vomit, holding onto a tree and throwing up.

...... is disgusting.

Some distance away, just as it was getting dark, Zhao Rou met a strange young man.

After exchanging information with each other, the young man pulled her into line.

I don't know whether it was stimulated or not, but Zhao Rou realized that his precognition time had been prolonged for a full five minutes longer than before.

But she did not tell the man about it, and still said that she could foresee the future in three minutes.

Probably because he hadn't experienced his teammates killing each other yet, the man trusted her and looked like he had some good feelings for her, picking non-toxic fruits for her to eat and saying that he was a student studying Biology, trying to teach her to tell if the fruits were poisonous or not, and demonstrating his psychic ability to manipulate plants for her.

At that time, Zhao Rou was still wary of him, and after a few perfunctory words, he pretended to go to bed with his clothes on, but in fact he stayed up all night and was on guard.

And now the man was turned into a bloody mess of broken pieces by another man with a dirty braid.

Mixed in with the broken pieces were a few red fruits that he had hidden in his arms and intended to give her.

Zhao Rou Thinking of the man in one piece and then looking at the mess in front of him, a wave of nausea hit his chest like a sludge, and there was an inexplicable urge to shed tears.

He died trying to protect himself.

What's more, man himself has an endless desire to survive.

So Zhao Rou doesn't want to die.

Even if her opponent possessed overwhelming strength, she wanted to see if she had any chance of surviving.

She forced herself to concentrate, and soon images of the next eight minutes flew before her eyes.

There was even a phantom sound in her ears like an old-fashioned movie reel spinning on a tumbler.

Zhao Rou's eyes grew wide and his nostrils grew heavy.

Suddenly, she muttered, "Kill me ......"

By the time the scene cuts off with a snap, Zhao Rou is in a frenzy, waving his arms in the face of the already psychotic dreadlocked man in front of him, trying to provoke him: "Kill me! Kill me--"

But the dirty braided man who had received a few slaps still didn't dare to trespass.

He's going to do his best to please these audience lords, and the better he behaves, the better he might be treated when he gets out.

Without even having to use his powers, and just easily relying on his male strength advantage, the dirty braided man caught the injured Zhao Rou's wrists as if they were chickens and pressed one arm around her neck, making sure to restrain her before looking down at his wristwatch.

There were more and more people noticing the buzz in the A6 section, and the discussion in the pop-up section got more and more heated.

"Newbie. What is it now?"

"Discuss how she died."

"Yeah. Dog eat dog."

"Holy shit, you can specify the method of death? Playing so big? This is the first time I've seen something this exciting!"

"Up there, you're new, right? That's how the first place winner in the last game played, extra strong."

Three words popped up out of nowhere in a pile of replies that were either confused, gloating, or out of the blue.

"Fuck her!"

Zhao Rou opened his mouth and let out a desperate hiss.

The pop-up section was quiet for a second or two, then exploded.

"Holy shit, what a great idea."

"She doesn't look very old, it's 80% that she's still a chick. I'm afraid I'm going to die soon, I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to be a woman yet, what a pity. Before dying, have a good time, it's also considered doing a good deed."

"Sick up there. Killing is not a good idea. ......"

"Wait a minute, where's the Madonna from up there, fork out."

"Shifters shouldn't exist in the first place."

"My dad was killed by a robber who hid his powers... fuck all the powers ！！！！！！"

"Management, get to work, and next time don't let someone with this kind of brain in."

The bettors involved in this game basically hated the Alterans extremely for a variety of reasons, and soon the frakking ID code disappeared into the room.

The group continues to discuss how to let the girl die "without regrets".

"Strip her first!"

"What position is better."

"Ask her what position she wants. How can you not ask for the person's opinion on something like that?"

The dirty braided man looked at the screen, not expecting the heated discussion.

He's not an animal that looks at a female and wants to jump on her ......

However, seeing his wildly rising bets, the dirty braided man was a little shaken again.

Himself has the highest odds in the entire game so far, with five kills, and this is the sixth.

He's doing so well that more and more people are buying themselves a win, which should count towards his personal score.

After all this, Dirty Braid Man no longer expects to return to normal human society.

He'll need to perform better and try to outperform everyone else's odds if he wants to stay and play for the organization.

Even if he was to be a pawn, he had to be the most valuable one.

He's already killed a lot of people. Talking about the bottom line is ridiculous.

Was he going to lose all the credit for preserving the dignity of this strange woman?

The dirty braided man lowered his head and glanced at Zhao Rou, who was silently lost in tears, and the original calm blood qi gradually turned over.

Looking ...... is okay, too.

Just then, amidst the thousands of frantic swipes, two comments suddenly swiped up.

"...... Huh?"

"What's that?"

However, these two hints were quickly drowned into the sea-like information and disappeared.

Dirty braid man made up his mind, put his hand to Zhao Rou's shoulder strap, to take off her clothes, tugged twice, found that it could not be tugged, and then simply ruthless, snorting, kneeling down on top of Zhao Rou, and ruthlessly ripped open the front of her dress.

After ...... making this move, he could not advance the slightest bit further.

His right leg was caught from behind and lifted upwards like a dog.

The visitor's hands and feet were sharp, and with two flat thrusts of his palm and wrist, he removed the joints of his ankles and knees.

Pain raging, dirty braid man's body muscles tensed, too late to think about how they came, hard to bear the pain and gritted teeth rolled down Zhao Rou's body, not even look at the palm of his hand dipped in the blood on the ground has not yet cooled off, swung towards the door of the coming person's face!

He had killed so many people, of course he was aware that his powers were evolving.

Before, he could only use his own blood as bullets.

Now he can use someone else's blood.

However, when more than twenty drops of blood attacked towards the three silhouettes that suddenly appeared, the three people were already expected, melting and disappearing into the air, the blood bullets all fell short.

After consuming two Advanced Transient Cards, Chi Xiaochi flung the third one out with a squeeze of his wrist.

But this third one is for Lou Ying alone.

Catching the dreadlocked man's momentary hesitation, Lou Ying appeared like a ghost directly behind his body, one knee coiled around his neck, the other fast as thunder, striking his back, crushing the dreadlocked man's body off-balance, he twisted his hands around the dreadlocked man's shoulders, his fingertips firing-

Before the crunching sound of dislocated bones had died down, Lou Ying ran up his big arm, all the way to his elbow, with a precise thwart, and extended downward to grip his bloodied fingers.

He just destroyed it all the way down.

By the time the dreadlocked man's body fell forward like a sack, Lou Ying had removed 34 joints from his arms to his fingertips.

After the dirty braided man hit the ground, Lou Ying still didn't stop there, returning to his standing palm and chopping him on the back with three clicks, bruising three joints evenly to the point of dislocation.

As she left the dreadlocked man's slime-like body, Lou Ying did not forget to finish the job by removing all the joints from his left leg.

The so-called butchers are only as good as their precision.

The dirty braided man could only hear the bones rattling inside his body for a moment, but due to the excessive shock, he could not move and was completely unconscious.

It wasn't until he tried to get up that a sharp pain that made him almost bite his tongue off came gouging through his limbs, causing him to let out a long, wailing wail as if he'd been choked.

He was like a snake that had been picked up by the tail and shaken to pieces, paralyzed with fear, but unable to even move his toes.

When she was done, Lou Ying walked up to Chi Xiaochi and said succinctly, "It's all yours."

Chi Xiaochi gently held his palm and found that it was warm and dry, not sweating at all.

Ignoring Wei XVI, who was already jaw-dropping on the sidelines, Chi Xiaochi stepped out, but as he redirected his eyes to the dirty braided man on the ground, he snapped and tried to block, "Don't! I still have something to say-"

However, it was already too late.

In those eight minutes of precognitive footage, Zhao Rou didn't see the man who came to her rescue.

That's why she was desperate to die to avoid being humiliated.

But now, she's in no hurry.

Zhao Rou was lying down, not far from where the man with the dirty braids had fallen.

Dragging her injured leg, she lifted a rock the size of someone's face with both hands, and with no expression on her face, slammed it down hard on the back of the dirty braided man's head.

With a snap, the head bloomed white down the center.

As if oblivious, Zhao Rou re-cupped the stone and slammed it down on the same spot again.

She repeated this maneuver stiffly five or six times until her arms were so disengaged that she could no longer lift the stone.

...... The stone was originally stained with the blood of her temporary traveling companion.

Now she's avenged him.

It wouldn't be a disappointment to them for the entire eleven hours they had spent getting to know each other.

It all happened so quickly that the viewers in the broadcast room were dumbfounded.

Not long after, a hundred times crazier than the screen-swiping speed just now, pop-ups came in large batches, and even caused the live screen to lag for a while.

"Fuck! Fuck me! I just put in ten bets!!!"

"Fifty bets all fucking down the drain!"

"Where did these three guys come from?"

"Get 'em!!!"