Both men’s emotions were somewhat out of control. In the midst of the chaos, someone pushed someone—no one knew who—and the knife saw blood.
The man’s knife was embedded in the old man’s chest.
Seeing this scene, the onlooking crowd all took a step back.
The old man also looked down in disbelief, staring at the knife that had appeared in his chest, and coughed lightly.
“You…” The knife-wielding man felt his mind was a bit chaotic. “Who told you to snatch my knife?!”
The old man wanted to argue something, but instead collapsed headfirst to the ground, then fell silent.
Everything had spiraled out of control.
Qi Xia coldly observed the situation on the field, feeling the winds of change.
The knife-wielding man who had always represented the “interests of the poor” had now killed another “poor person” in front of everyone.
His regime had developed cracks before it was even consolidated.
This could only mean the knife-holder wasn’t smart enough. Sometimes the knife didn’t need to be swung—it just needed to be held in hand.
Just as everyone was hesitating, an unexpected figure slowly walked over.
It was the “Earth-Sheep” who had been standing in the center of the room.
Earth-Sheep looked at the dead “poor person” with a grave expression, then raised his head to speak to the knife-wielding man: “Your courage is too great. Who told you to keep killing people?”
“Huh?”
The knife-wielding man was clearly stunned. He thought “violence” was tacitly permitted in this place, but it seemed Earth-Sheep didn’t allow killing?
Earth-Sheep crouched down to look at the stabbed old man, his eyes similarly wavering and uncertain.
If Qi Xia guessed correctly, he was about to start lying.
“He can’t be saved.” Earth-Sheep raised his head to speak to the man. “As punishment, I will impose sanctions on you.”
“Sanc… sanctions?!” The man was so frightened he retreated two steps. “Are… are you kidding?! The rules you stated didn’t include this!”
Earth-Sheep stood up. Without any explanation, he simply swiftly slapped the man across the face.
The man’s body didn’t move, but his head spun a full circle on his neck, and his expression froze.
Earth-Sheep took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, saying: “I hope everyone understands, this is my game, and you need to follow the rules I’ve set. If anyone dares to do anything out of line again, I absolutely won’t hold back. I’m confiscating this person’s fans. All of you, disperse.”
After these words, Earth-Sheep took out five fans from the man’s pocket, then pushed through the onlooking crowd and returned once more to the center of the room.
At this moment, the onlooking crowd also hurriedly scattered, completely not daring to have any improper thoughts about the “wealthy people” before them.
Qi Xia, seeing Earth-Sheep’s performance, slowly raised his hand to stroke his chin.
Why was Earth-Sheep completely indifferent when a “wealthy person” was killed, but when a “poor person” was killed, Earth-Sheep took action to impose sanctions?
Wasn’t this too strange?
At this moment, Qin Dingdong’s teammate helped her up. Seeing the situation was temporarily safe, the two of them exchanged glances with Qi Xia and hurriedly ran toward the exit.
Right up until Qi Xia watched them leave, no one stepped forward to stop them.
After all, no one knew what rules Earth-Sheep had actually established.
Could fans be snatched or not? Could people be killed or not?
Under these vague rules, everyone’s eyes held some doubt. The sharp knife embedded in the old man’s body still hadn’t been taken by anyone.
“Could it be…”
Qi Xia seemed to know what matter he had overlooked.
The reason these two killed people received differential treatment wasn’t because of their identities as “poor people” or “wealthy people.”
Rather, it was their identities as “escapees” and “non-escapees.”
After all, the number of participants was an even number, and for participants to escape from here, they had to pair up in twos.
So it didn’t matter at all if “escapees” died, because they were already outside the calculation scope of the “remaining number.”
But if one “non-escapee” died… that would make the remaining number odd, ultimately resulting in one person being left alone.
That’s why Earth-Sheep took action.
To make the number even again, the best method for him was to kill one more person.
Although it was a bit strange, Qi Xia felt this line of thinking was fairly reasonable.
Next, he needed to concentrate on his own plan.
Now he had four “Sorrows” in his hand. For everything to go smoothly, he had to calculate the quantity of all “Sorrows” in this game.
Qi Xia came to the center of the room and slowly closed his eyes.
Vast quantities of fans fluttered through his mind, then neatly arranged themselves into four teams.
But after just a few seconds, he felt he had overlooked an important problem.
Earth-Sheep had once said that in the beginning stage, there were equal amounts of all four suits of fans.
But there were a total of fifty people on site, each person starting with three fans, which meant in the first round Earth-Sheep distributed one hundred and fifty fans.