Deceitful Game

Chapter 10: 4 person remaining

Mo Qian asked cautiously, "Attorney Chen... I don't think I've met any lawyers with the surname Chen. Who is Chen Yan to you?"

"Don't make wild guesses, no one in my family works in this industry."

The fox calmly said, "Unlike you, someone has paved the way for you, and your life has been smooth sailing."

"Ha, so he's just a nobody."

Fish scoffed: "Nobody in your family, and you want to work at a law firm? Do you even have connections? A lawyer, my foot... more like a salaried lawyer!"

"You heard some half-truths and rumors somewhere, and you think you've got something on them?"

So-called salaried lawyers are lawyers who don't have a stable source of cases and can only get cases from other lawyers. Because they lack connections, cases, and a team, it's very difficult for them to get any big cases if they work as independent lawyers.

If you can't become a law firm partner, you're still just an employee. You won't have any real influence, and you're unlikely to obtain any crucial intelligence that could threaten you.

Mo Qian felt a great sense of superiority over this kind of person... after all, he had many employees under his command.

"I don't think so."

The fox chuckled: "Stealing personal information isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. Most importantly, quite a few people know about it, Mr. Mo."

After glancing at the rabbit and the raccoon, the fox continued, "Your company's big data algorithm... is actually just a shell, isn't it?"

"The so-called big data algorithm that 'precisely analyzes user interests and needs based on user profiles' is actually fake. The truth is that your company's input method itself is a Trojan program—it monitors users' input and browsing history in the background, and even listens to microphone and other software usage records on the mobile device. It is only through this intelligence that it can analyze user profiles."

"GooLe Group initially wanted to buy your algorithm, but later bought your entire company because they knew you didn't actually have any algorithm. So, if this gets out, do you think GooLe Group will cut their losses and protect you to the death?"

"This already constitutes the crime of illegally obtaining citizens' personal information, which definitely falls under the category of 'particularly serious circumstances.' If it causes significant economic losses or adverse social impact, the minimum sentence is at least five years, and if it attracts strong public attention, the sentence will only be longer."

At this point, the fox looked at the raccoon and the rabbit, asking a simple, concise, yet powerful question: "Can you trust someone like that?"

"—Without my vote, you'd all be the ones who die!"

The fish angrily retorted, "What are you acting for? You're putting on an act like a pure, innocent flower! It's not like you don't want to kill anyone else!"

He stopped pretending completely and straightened up.

Even under everyone's gaze, he suddenly took off his mask!

His chubby face, resembling a rice dumpling, and his small, dark eyes that gleamed with cunning, were now punctuated with bloodshot veins, giving him a fierce and menacing look.

"Come on, I've taken off my mask! Is that cheating? Kill me?!"

Mo Qian roared at the host.

His face turned bright red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

...Mania?

The rabbit stared at him blankly, feeling a chill run down its spine.

Seeing that he did not receive a response from the host, Mo Qian cursed and slammed the mask in his hand onto the table.

"I'd like to see how you manage to kill me."

Mo Qian chuckled coldly: "A speed contest, is that it? Then let's see if the wolf dies, or I die!"

He had already made up his mind to change his vote.

Even if those three cooperate—no matter how they vote, Mo Qian will vote with them.

He knew that if the raccoon didn't cooperate with him... or rather, if he couldn't get the raccoon's votes, he would almost certainly not be able to get through his turn.

The greater the advantage of the narrator who speaks first, the greater the disadvantage of the narrator who speaks later...

This damn game is so unfair!

Fortunately, as long as he can kill the two clever people, the wolf and the fox, he still has a glimmer of hope!

The two girls, Rabbit and Raccoon, didn't look very old, nor were they nearly as determined.

As long as there are no foxes or wolves causing trouble, he is confident that he can persuade them!

Children in this age group are just reaching the point where they realize the importance of money. A senior management position in a listed company, with a few million in hush money, is probably enough.

He doesn't intend to regret or renege on his promise—even if what the host said is true, he doesn't plan to participate in the next game.

He still has his own career, his own company... and his own wealth and luxury waiting to be enjoyed!

Mo Qian had a full eight chips. Even without considering the reward for completing the game, that was enough!

One of them is used for resurrection, and the rest can be kept as trump cards.

He said... why are some companies able to rise so quickly? Either they suddenly come up with some inexplicably advanced technology, or they have an investment acumen that is so brilliant it's almost illogical.

—Turns out they were all cheaters!

Pooh!

But now he's going to become that kind of cheater too!

Long live!

If he can bribe these two girls, then he will have a chance to get the bargaining chips they have.

Whether they bought it or robbed it, they probably had a dozen or so chips in their hands.

Those foolish mortals have no idea of ​​the value of time!

Using it to kill people, or to learn skills... such barbaric and primitive behaviors are completely useless.

They simply don't know how to use it!

Finance, finance is the king of this world!

If he could go back to a specific hour in the past, he would practically be a stock market guru!

No, not almost—if someone can foresee the future and also travel back in time, then he is a stock market guru!

With over a dozen revisions to history, his wealth could easily expand dozens or even hundreds of times!

What is Goulon Group?

—He could simply turn the tables and acquire them!

Just imagining these things made Mo Qian tremble with excitement.

Sure enough, Mo Qian felt a sense of satisfaction and confidence.

In this world, experience determines everything!

Mo Qian's words clearly stumped the raccoon and the rabbit.

They genuinely didn't know how to vote out their designated target without team voice chat, or even paper and pen, and when the other side was determined to follow suit.

But clearly, peace is no longer possible.

"How about we... write a letter in blood?"

Raccoon glanced at the mask Mo Qian had removed and hesitated, "Can I use my mask? And get some blood on it?"

"That's a good idea."

The white rabbit agreed.

"The only problem is, in that case..."

The fox looked at Mingpo: "The 'wolf' might also be voted out. Even if the three of us vote for the same side and no one changes their vote, there's only a 50% chance that President Mo will die."

The other half of the probability... is that Mo Qian just happened to guess correctly.

In that case, Mingpo, as the narrator, would be out of the picture.

"Ha, it doesn't matter to me."

Mingpo smiled, her voice trembling without the slightest tremor, but rather tinged with excitement: "In fact, that's exactly how it should be done."

Only now has he finally felt the thrill.

My skin felt unusually sensitive, and even the trembling of every single hair became incredibly clear. Tiny electric currents crawled along my back like ants, and even my teeth felt a slight tingling sensation.

Mingpo's earlier words were not just empty boasting.

He was truly willing to gamble his life with Mo Qian—not "would rather," but "want to."

Compared to the more complicated random voting before, this gamble, which only considers Mo Qian's result and directly determines the life and death of the two, is even more exciting for Ming Po!

Just then, a fragment of memory suddenly flashed before Mingpo's eyes—

He was wearing a wingsuit and standing on the summit of a snow-capped mountain.

Like jumping off a cliff, he lunged forward!

It wasn't a jump from a helicopter, but rather a direct graze along the cliff edge, a leap from a great height!

His head was down, and countless sharp pebbles and towering rocks brushed past him.

He spread his arms wide and flew from the snow-capped mountain peak over jagged rocks, cliffs, and forests... until he saw the village, at which point he suddenly opened his parachute.

The memory fragments end here.

Mingpo, however, remembered it with perfect clarity—his heart was pounding so hard, and his emotions were so intense.

"……I see."

Mingpo herself was somewhat surprised: she was not without fear.

Perhaps he simply has a less intense fear than most people.

The emotional threshold that can excite him is higher than that of ordinary people... roughly the level of being able to play a haunted house or horror game with a calm and peaceful mind throughout.

Only more exciting and dangerous games can make him feel a sense of existence.

And he was indeed seeking that kind of thrill.

—Could it be that I will eventually die from some kind of extreme sport?

The thought popped into Mingpo's mind.

Seeing that Minper agreed, the raccoon removed his mask and began preparing to make the "blood letter".

Looking at the beautiful face beneath the raccoon mask, the rabbit paused for a moment, then suddenly widened her eyes: "Wait, raccoon... aren't you... Jasmine-chan from the musical note?"

Rabbit remembered that she had seen his short video late at night!

Upon seeing that figure wearing a white helmet, a white dress, and riding a white motorcycle, Rabbit did indeed think for a moment, "Wow, she's so cool."

But after watching a few of her videos, Rabbit's thoughts turned to things like, "Her underwear is showing, isn't that a bit suggestive?", "Isn't she cold wearing so little? I feel cold riding my electric scooter in this weather.", and "Isn't it unsafe to ride a scooter in a skirt?"

But after watching a few more videos, Rabbit's thoughts changed to "I have a feeling something bad is going to happen sooner or later."

Thinking of this, the rabbit looked at the raccoon.

...As expected, something bad happened.

she thought.

Do you know me?

The raccoon was somewhat taken aback, yet also pleasantly surprised: "Are you my fan?"

"Uh... sort of."

The rabbit answered vaguely, "I remember you have about 100,000 followers."

"Not quite, maybe seventy or eighty thousand..."

The raccoon spoke somewhat shyly, his fondness for the rabbit growing considerably.

"That would be interesting."

The fox suddenly spoke up: "In that case, does that mean that all of us left, except for the wolf... are all 'internet celebrities' in some sense?"

"Could the players' choices be related to this? Or is it just a coincidence?"

"It's also possible that it's really easy to become famous in the modern internet age..."

The rabbit didn't respond, but only mumbled something indistinctly.

"snort."

Mo Qian chuckled, then simply pressed his hands on the armrests and cast his vote decisively.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiety, and looked up at the fox: "I really don't understand... I can accept the two of them, but what are you thinking?"

The fox replied in a low, calm voice, "What are you thinking...?"

"The last round of voting."

Mo Qian grinned, his mood calming down somewhat, no longer as agitated as before: "Bear and Butterfly, as returning members, immediately recognized 'Wolf' as the most dangerous guy. Last round, they deliberately voted him out... How did you know I would switch sides? Or did you vote randomly? I don't believe a cunning guy like you would believe in luck."

Logically speaking, a cunning fox should prioritize eliminating the wolf.

At the time, he didn't know he would turn into a vote, nor did he know that the bear and the butterfly were experienced returnees. The most dangerous one was obviously the wolf, whose behavior was unpredictable. A rational person like the fox should hate the uncontrollable the most.

The fox merely chuckled, but did not respond directly.

It wasn't until the three of them read the "blood letter" written by the raccoon in his mask, brushed their hands across the armrests and applied a little force with their left hand, that they cast their votes in unison.

"Fish" had already finished voting, and the remaining three people voted very quickly. The results were in less than five minutes.

"—The third round is over."

The host then announced the results.

In that instant, Mo Qian subconsciously clenched his hands.

...Who could it be?

Is it him, or the wolf? Or perhaps... someone changed their vote, and this round passed peacefully?

Regardless of what he had thought before, Mo Qian was now on tenterhooks.

He could even feel his thighs trembling uncontrollably...

The few seconds spent waiting for the results to be announced were even more unbearable than the execution itself!

Finally, the host revealed the answer:

"The minority is: fish."

"—Execution is about to be carried out."

"I knew it! I fucking knew we couldn't win!"

Fish instantly lost all composure, pounding the armrests while slumping into the chair.

His voice cracked, but it grew even louder: "You're all in cahoots, no one can beat you... It's a black box, a black box!"

"We won't use those methods."

The host was somewhat displeased: "The game is absolutely fair—don't assume that just because you've used those cheating methods, everyone else will."

"Liar! I don't believe it! I can't die, I have money!"

The fish was shouting incoherently.

He lost control of his bladder.

The fish thought of the dog's agile movements when it dodged the sword of Damocles, but it couldn't do it at all... because its legs were completely weak and numb, and it couldn't even stand up.

"I don't believe it—"

His heart-wrenching screams were drowned out by the massive sword that descended in an instant.

The ground shook.

In an instant, the noisy sounds vanished without a trace. The room became silent once more.

One after another, giant swords were stuck in the middle of the table or rested on the seats. They looked like tombstones.

Only four people remained at the round table.

The game is not over yet.