Chapter 58
C58 – Survival Game
“I’ll win? You must be kidding me! Win my foot! Win! Do you even know who you’re going up against right now? Not getting thrashed would be quite the accomplishment!” Ji Guangming had lost his cool. Ye Zichen roared at Xu Yangyi, his face contorted with anger. He brandished his claws, throwing caution to the wind, and momentarily disregarded his own status.
Because, honestly, wasn’t this equivalent to killing him? He’d rather face death than spend his whole life as a minion of the Dragon Riding Team.
Xu Yangyi wasn’t irate. He responded calmly, “Are you really okay talking to me that way?” He wasn’t inquiring about Ji Guangming’s well-being; instead, it was his subtle way of cautioning Ji Guangming that he was treading on dangerous ground.
Ji Guangming clamped his mouth shut at once. After making sure they were alone, he ventured, “Then do me a favor and let me, a hapless soul, make a bet with something else!”
“Sure!” Xu Yangyi’s reply was straightforward. Based on Ji Guangming’s tone, you’d think Xu Yangyi was an angel descended from heaven. But then, he added, “However, apart from you, I have no other bargaining chips.”
Ji Guangming felt like spitting blood and keeling over. He opened his mouth as though he was about to say something but then abruptly stopped.
He clenched his head in frustration and, as if surrendering to fate, uttered, “It’s fine, it’s good if you like it.”
Ji Guangming’s suggestion was to challenge himself. However, when he remembered the humiliating end he met in front of Hee Jingyan, he halted the car.
Xu Yangyi cast a glance at Ji Guangming. Even though he didn’t quite comprehend why he agreed, he still took Ji Guangming’s ‘well-intentioned’ advice seriously.
By Tank’s side, he stated, “This sounds like an uneven pact. Why should we concede?”
Anticipating Xu Yangyi’s response, Tank seemed to be prompted, “What, afraid you’ll lose to me?”
Although he had clearly proposed an unbalanced wager, Xu Yangyi skillfully used those words to kindle Tank’s competitive fire.
Tank didn’t overthink it; he just sensed Xu Yangyi’s disdain. He promptly retorted, “What’s the bet? I’ll take you on. Just don’t cry when you lose.” As he was about to say more about Xu Yangyi, the latter’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he coldly deflected Tank’s hand. “You might be the one crying,” Xu Yangyi countered.
Tank found himself suspended in mid-air, stunned by Xu Yangyi’s intense expression.
What was up with this kid? His glare was piercing, as if it could bore through steel. Was this really the look of a junior ghost?
While Rosen had a distinct wager, Xu Yangyi had already spoken. How could Rosen now emphasize his own terms? Otherwise, wouldn’t he be conceding defeat?
“A one-on-one fight is currently too much for you. It’s not that I’m underestimating you, but Tanks specialize in close combat, which doesn’t favor you. So, I’ve arranged a different game for you where victory doesn’t involve harming each other.” As Rosen spoke, he entered the scene and rolled out a rack of weapons. He continued explaining to both of them, “It’s essentially a survival game. These are simulation guns, but they’re loaded with BB pellets. Once you get hit, you’re out and considered defeated.”
Rosen picked up the gun, removed the magazine to show it to them. He was about to elaborate further, but Tank guy had already picked up a compact firearm, inspected the rounds, and told Rosen, “Just brief this kid on the game’s rules. I’ll wait outside.” With that, he started walking away. However, Xu Yangyi grinned and remarked, “Don’t rush to leave! Wait for me.” He then approached and selected a machine gun with significant firepower. Swiftly reloading, he glanced through the scope with a natural ease. His every movement was fluid and charismatic, leaving all three of them awestruck.