A headache, this is Suo’s first feeling when she wakes up.

As soon as he recovered from consciousness, a smell of blood poured into his nose, and the instinct to deal with danger made him wake up immediately.

"Hu..." He adjusted his breathing, quickly sat up from the ground, scanned around, and found that he was staying in a small private cabin, next to him... there was still a person lying down.

At this moment, although the man had his back facing up, judging from his side face, body shape and clothing, he was undoubtedly Ryunosuke.

"Mr. Arai?" Suzuru rubbed the back of his neck and reached out to push Ryunosuke.

It would be fine if you didn't push it, but with one push a pool of dark brown blood came out from under Ryunosuke.

Seeing this, Suo was not panicked. After all, he was also out to make trouble. He had witnessed countless violence and even murders over the years. Therefore, after a few seconds of hesitation, he crawled forward for a few minutes and turned Ryunosuke over.

When Ryunosuke became lying, Shono was sure that this was already a dead person.

"This kind of wound that seems to be a heart-killed by someone's palm..." Suzu looked at the shocking crack on the corpse's chest and thought, "...It's really done by Hanazuka."

His speculation was also reasonable - with Hanazoo's strength, it was easy to do this; furthermore, although Shu didn't see who was knocked out, the person who followed him was Hanazoo at that time, and no matter how he thought about it, he was the most suspicious of that guy.

"But... why did you kill Ryunosuke Arai, but leave my life?" Sui couldn't help but think, "Let me live, the matter of being the murderer will be exposed sooner or later... Even if you are not afraid of being wanted by the federal government from the beginning, there is no need to leave me to live with such a nodding relationship..."

While thinking, he stood up staggeringly and walked towards the door.

Bee—Che—

He tried to press the switch of the electronic door, but unexpectedly, the door actually opened.

In other words, the person who threw him in this cabin had no intention of imprisoning him at all, just threw him and his body together casually.

"Is this..." Suo just thought to himself, and suddenly, a dark shadow came into his sight.

At this time, it was sunrise, and the sea on the east side was already pale. Standing on the side of the boat, looking out, the vision was very wide.

The black shadow that Suo saw was like a huge rock that cut through the sky, sweeping quickly from its head and flying to the distant sea surface. When it was far away, Suo saw clearly... it was actually a ship.

Although it was not a huge cruise ship like the Four-Leaf Crocodile, it could accommodate dozens of people at least. Such a large vehicle flew up parabola like a rugby and finally "breaked" on the sea. It was indeed the first time that Sakaya saw it.

"Well..." Suo stared at the debris of the ship for a few seconds, pondering, "I have to leave here..."

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Twenty minutes ago, the Four-Leaf Crocodile, the banquet hall.

As the sun rises, the "highest game" also comes to an end.

After a broadcast that announced that "the game time has come, please invite guests to return to the banquet hall to reveal the winner", all the guests, whether they were eliminated early or those who consciously had the opportunity to win, gathered here again.

Their ideas are easy to understand... Regardless of whether they have any hope of victory or not, at least they have to see who won.

At 5:00 a.m., the "host" once again walked onto the stage on the ground floor of the banquet hall and came to the glass cage.

During the game, the "prize" was placed on the stage without moving, and there was always a group of black suits guarding it around. Although some guests had tried to approach the prize or spy on intelligence, they all ended in failure without exception.

"Dear guests." The host was still like that, with a straightforward word and reading it out of the book with a teleprompt card, "As you all see, the game tonight is over."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's reveal the result!" The host said something, and someone upstairs interrupted him impolitely.

The person who interrupted was obviously a guest who lost all his money and was drunk. Because he lost all the points cards very early, he could only eat, drink and stay until dawn.

Upon hearing this, the host ignored him, just paused for a moment, and continued to recite: "Before the final result is announced, there is another thing that you are very interested in, which will be announced here soon..."

"Hey! I told you to reveal the result! You are deaf!" The drunken man seemed a little drunk. The two bodyguards next to him couldn't stop him.

At this moment, suddenly, a woman replied in a voice: "Are you really so anxious to know the result?"

This sentence did not come from any amplification device, but appeared directly in the minds of everyone present; not only that, but even more strangely... everyone could feel that the source of the sound was the cage in the center of the stage.

"What's going on?"

"What was that just now?"

"Is he really a capable person..."

"Be careful, there may be danger."

For a moment, there was a clamor in the banquet hall, and the guests, gamblers, and bodyguards... all responded to the matter from their own standpoint.

"Ha! Hahahaha..." After a moment, the drunk guy burst into laughter and replied loudly, "So what?"

call--

Before he finished speaking, his body was pulled out of the railing on the third floor by an invisible force and flew to the stage at an extremely fast speed.

puff!

In less than two seconds, his head hit a corner of the glass cage heavily... and exploded like a watermelon.

As his body fell, his right hand instinctively grabbed the black cloth covered in the cage and pulled it off.

As the black cloth was lifted off, people saw the woman in the cage again; she was still wearing the tyrannical robes, still tied with iron chains, and still wearing the iron mask that could completely cover her face.

But at this moment, she no longer sat down on her knees, but stood up.

"This... is the result." As the body fell to the ground and began to twitch, she said this.

"Ah--" When a murder occurred in public, the first scream was always issued by a woman, and this time was no exception.

The scream seemed to be some kind of signal, causing the order at the scene to collapse instantly.

Seeing this sudden and very obvious "capable person kills people", the guests chose to run away immediately; their lives are expensive, and they are not afraid of ten thousand, but they are afraid of something.

So, in a blink of an eye, all the floors of the banquet hall were in chaos... and they pushed each other, snatched each other, and shouted and scolded one after another.

However, people soon discovered that just a few minutes after they focused their attention on the stage... all exits were closed.

Bang bang-

"Damn it! It can't be opened!"

"What's this?"

"Impossible... My right arm is a modified and strengthened prosthetic limb, there is no reason..."

Another unsettling thing is that the doors and walls here are incredibly strong. Even among the bodyguards present, there are some fighting-like abilities, but none of them can break the door or the wall out.

"Don't work, all the outer walls of this banquet hall are made of 'net alloy', which is not something ordinary fish can break." Just as the crowd was in chaos, the voice of the small white man rang out.

Of course, his voice did not appear in other people's minds. He just ran to the stage and took away the microphone from the host's hand and spoke.

After saying this, he immediately covered the microphone with his hand, turned his head, and whispered to the woman in the cage: "My Lord Dreya, you suddenly act freely... It's hard for us to do it. I even wrote the manuscript for others..."

call--

Before the little man finished speaking, a gust of wind broke out in his ears.

He followed the sound and found that the host "flying" out and flew all the way from the stage and hit the wall. However, the host was not directly hit and killed like the drunk man, but just fainted.

"Okay..." After a breath, the little man who gasped for a while widened his eyes and looked at the "Master Dreya" and said, "I will preside over it next! Ah hahaha..." The biggest advantage of this guy may be that he knows when he should put away his vicious tongue and admit defeat.

Meanwhile, upstairs...

"Open the door! I know someone outside, I warn you, I will count to three!"

"Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this?"

"I hired a whole ship of professional mercenaries and followed them on the nearby sea. I see who dares to act rashly!"

The celebrities who are threatened with personal safety have begun to negotiate intimidation, and they expect that the people outside the door will open their exits because of fear.

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

"Hey... dear guests." After a while, the little man actually took the microphone and started hosting, "Please be quiet and listen to me..."

"Bastard! Let us go!"

"Shut up, you stinky dwarf!"

"Believe it or not, I'll let someone go and chop you up now!"

But the response I received was roughly the same.

"Oh..." The little man sighed. Even if no one paid attention to him, he still wanted to continue. "What the host wanted to tell you just now is... the organizer of this 'highest game' is our great 'Zhengzun'."

"What are five and six masters? Tell me how to get out? Otherwise..." A tall and strong man who looked like a bodyguard jumped down from the second floor at this time, approached the small man, and acted like he was going to take action.

"Brother, can I be wrong?" the little man said to the man weakly.

"You stinky short... don't look down on me?" Seeing that he was not afraid, the tall and powerful man became even more angry, and then raised his punches.

"Yes..." At that moment, the little man's eyes suddenly became cold and cruel, "I just look down on you..."

He said these ten words took five seconds in total.

In the second second, he raised his right hand and pressed a finger against the tall and strong man's fist. Then... his fingers easily poked the other party's skin and bones as if they were poked into tofu, and penetrated into the heart of the fist.

It was the fifth second that the tall and strong man realized what was going on, and quickly stopped and retreated, covered his hands and screamed. At this time, the wound on his hand... was like he punched and hit a steel bar, even the bones were exposed.

"You who were invited here today are undoubtedly people above others." After repelling the attacker, the little man did not care about the other party anymore. He just held the microphone and calmly replied, "Since you were born, you have occupied social resources that ordinary people could not reach. In the near future, you will definitely join the 'ruling class' of the Federation. It can be said that... you are the 'future' of the Federation..."

The more he speaks, the more people will calm down and listen to him; on the one hand, it is because people have not found a way out in a short period of time, and on the other hand, it is because many bodyguards and gamblers have recognized him.

The name of this little man is Paul Archimmon, a native of Oak County; few people know his real name and it doesn't matter, because everyone knows his other name - Syndicate.

According to the information known to Daoer, Syndicate is at least a strong-level abilities; in view of this, the woman in the glass cage behind him is probably not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"But what is the 'future'? Is it in your hands?" Syndicate continued, "or is it in the hands of those civilians?" He smiled, "Ha... it's not right." He spread his arms, "The 'future' is in the hands of Lord Changzun. Without his 'guidance', the Federation would not have been able to get to where it is today."

At this point, no one in the banquet hall made a fuss anymore, and everyone was listening silently... what he was going to say next.

"For this world, for the order and peace of all mankind... Lord Changzun will regularly choose a group of followers as his help to lead mankind in the next era." Syndicate paused for a second, and the tone changed. "Of course, Lord Changzun needs elites, not mediocre garbage; so... this highest game is a 'screening', and your performance in this game... determines whether you can have a place in the 'future' planned by Lord Changzun."

"Absurd!" At this moment, someone finally couldn't help it and shouted upstairs, "Can you use your riddles and gambling games for people to play to determine who is the elite?"

"Ha..." Syndicate smiled, "Are you underestimating the 'highest game'?" he continued, "From the stage of finding an assistant to the main scene in the early morning... This game has tested your connections, intelligence ability, ability to know people well, judgment, determination, patience, overall situation, knowledge reserves, psychological quality, etc. "He looked at the rebutter, "The so-called 'elite' means to strive for the best in everything; saying, 'this is just fun and games, so I am not serious, so it doesn't matter if I lose'... Can you win if you are serious?"

"Then what do you want now?" A few seconds later, another person upstairs asked.
Chapter completed!