Zhong Jueqing put the tattered hat on his head. His sunglasses were nowhere to be found, and his eyebrows turned gray-white, as if covered with frost. He remained silent for a while and then said:
"Kid, don't dwell on it. You shouldn't die here. I've figured it out; the Extraordinary are our future. So, you all need to leave this place, head to the city, and wait for the game to end."
"Leave this place!"
He repeated again.
Could it be that even the sharpest individual will eventually have their edges smoothed?
Su Changxing hadn't thought he would mean this, furrowing his brows and saying:
"This isn't like you... so many people have already died, at least we shouldn't give up in this place."
"…"
Zhong Jueqing suddenly burst into laughter:
"Ha ha, you really are something, thinking the same as me. At this moment, we can only gamble it all. Don't you agree?"
Zhong Jueqing was testing his attitude.
Perhaps he was also in a wavering status.
