The air was dead silent for several minutes. No one was willing to speak.
Especially Su Chen—he was only here to watch these two alleged cannibals put on a show.
Oddly enough, the two in front of him were unusually quiet.
Maybe he had just run into a pair of cannibals with terrible acting skills.
Compared to the one who kidnapped Wu Luxi earlier, these two were absolute amateurs.
All he wanted now was to see what they were planning. If they didn't speak soon, he'd just go to bed.
Staying up late wasn't worth it—without enough energy during the day, it'd be hard to scavenge supplies.
This game was really just a test of endurance between people. Someone with strong stamina wouldn't be eliminated so quickly.
Because more stamina also meant higher efficiency—it was directly proportional.
When two people had similar knowledge and skills, the one with more energy would always come out on top during a test.
Finally—
The man with glasses mustered his courage after the long silence and managed to say something.
"Bro, your RV looks amazing. Would it be okay if I sat inside for a bit?"
He was extremely nervous, afraid of getting rejected.
After all, he'd never said something like that to anyone before—at least not directly.
Su Chen chuckled to himself. So the cannibal finally asked.
'I thought he was too timid to say it.'
He already had a plan: wait for a moment when they let their guard down, then kill them both.
Two birds with one stone—perfect.
Letting them into the RV? That was never going to happen. This was his private space.
If the person asking had been a girl, he might've considered letting her in.
Too bad it was a guy. And even if he was a little on the effeminate side, that still made a big difference.
And everyone knew exactly what kind of difference that was.
"Sure. I live alone in the RV—come in, I'll show you around," Su Chen said with a smile.
The man with glasses was overjoyed. He never expected he'd actually get to see how a top player lived.
'What's life like for a real expert? I can't wait to find out.'
His legs were already going weak—he was just about ready to drop to his knees.
The man in the suit stood nearby, watching the conversation with a sneer.
He had to admit, everything in front of him confirmed it—this guy was the real deal.
But still, he felt a twinge of bitterness.
That RV clearly wasn't like the broken-down vans most people started the game with.
He did a rough calculation. He could manage to eat meat occasionally and meet basic needs.
But upgrading the RV required 100 units of refined iron. After all this time, he'd only collected thirty-something.
This guy must be one of the top survivors in the entire world. There was no other way he could've achieved this level.
He had once estimated that he ranked within the top 100 in the world.
With around 3.5 billion survivors left, being in the top 100 put him ahead of 99.999% of humanity.
He hadn't expected to encounter someone of Su Chen's caliber. Now he was determined to catch up.
That wasn't his only reason for feeling this way, though.
What truly got to him was how the guy with glasses clearly idolized the strong.
Before meeting Su Chen, he'd always thought the man in the suit was impressive—capable, reliable, even admirable.
But now Su Chen had completely stolen the spotlight. Who wouldn't feel a little jealous?
Just as the man with glasses was about to step into the RV to enjoy the view—
Bang!
That familiar sound rang out as a bullet hit his left leg.
He no longer had to worry about his weak knees—he was already down on the ground.
"Did you really think you could fool me? Trash like you—cannibal scum."
Su Chen didn't hesitate for a second.
"Cannibal? What are you talking about?" the man with glasses said in confusion, clutching his wounded leg to stop the bleeding.
His face twisted in pain—he couldn't feel anything in that leg anymore.
It had already been injured, and he'd barely managed to walk here with help from the man in the suit.
Now, after being shot, it might be completely ruined.
But he didn't blame anyone—only himself.
This was a world where only the strong survived. The weak were destined to be eliminated.
And he had brought this upon himself.
The man in the suit panicked at the gunshot and immediately rushed over to cradle his friend.
"Sh*t! Don't die on me! Don't leave me alone!"
He couldn't believe this supposedly top-tier player was so ruthless.
Even someone as harmless as the man with glasses wasn't spared.
It made him wonder—maybe this guy's high rank was built on the bodies of others.
One survivor might have only a small stash of supplies, not worth much on its own.
But hundreds? That was a different story. And with a gun in hand, he'd have no trouble taking out unarmed survivors.
There weren't many guns in this world—when Su Chen had pulled his out, it had stunned them.
The man in the suit knew better than to go head-to-head with Su Chen.
A real man knew when to yield. This was just a small setback.
If force didn't work, then charm might.
After all, he'd been through enough to know how to play the game.
"Bro, please don't kill him. If you're mad, take it out on me."
"Our RV is parked not far from here. We don't have much, but it's everything we've gathered over the past few days. If you want, I'll go grab it for you right now."
He held the man with glasses tightly, his voice trembling.
The guy leaned into his arms, feeling an odd sense of security.
It was the first time he'd realized how solid a man's shoulders could be.
Su Chen couldn't help but laugh at what he was hearing.
"Wow. For cannibals, you guys sure are pathetic. What a disgrace."
The man in the suit froze.
"Cannibals? I don't get what you're saying."
Su Chen kept his gun raised, but now he was starting to feel uneasy.
'Could I have been wrong about them?'
If they really were just regular survivors, then he had just injured someone innocent.
What now?
Anxious doubt crept into his mind.
"We're not cannibals. We were just hoping to find some help."
"We never expected to almost get silenced for it. I admit we were wrong to approach you—but please, don't hurt him. He only came because I asked him to."
The man with glasses finally said what he had wanted to say all along.
Things had spiraled in exactly the way he'd hoped they wouldn't. Now, all he wanted was a hole to crawl into.
He hadn't just misjudged someone—he'd shot them.
How could he possibly explain this now...?
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