As the birthday host finished his words, a whistle as melodious as a bird's song rang out in the cabin, and the door of Room 4 was opened. Except for a group of impatient people in black robes who rushed out, the participants with letter name tags did not leave.

The yellow scalper girl looked at the open door and asked quietly, "Sister Enoki, aren't we going to find a chair?"

"No rush. There are more chairs than people, and there's enough time. They've already gone to look for them, so it should be quick." The orange pig woman estimated in her heart, her eyes fell on the chip with the letter "F" engraved on it, and she lowered her voice and said, "The three of us will exchange chips first."

"Sister Enoki, have you thought of a way to win?" The scalper girl looked at the orange pig girl with bright eyes, her eyes full of anticipation.

The Frog Leader frowned and silently handed over two chips.

"Are there any hidden rules?" The man in the red fox mask looked at the host and put the chips into his arms, looking like he was unwilling to exchange with others.

The birthday boy spread his hands, sighed, and pretended to be innocent. "Alas, I just took over this game not long ago, and I have told you everything I know. As for whether there is any, please do your best to explore. Friendly reminder, time is very precious. If you only stare at the two chairs in front of you, the probability of becoming a spectator is very high."

As the birthday host finished speaking, some people rushed out, including Sakakibara and Lei who were wearing white snake masks, while the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer walked straight to the white tiger Dujima Kiriko.

"You! What are you doing?!" Busujima Kiriko pretended to be calm, but her trembling voice betrayed her.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked down at the white tiger curled up in the chair, watching her trembling with fear. He couldn't help but sneer and pointed his thick finger at the chair under the white tiger. "Get up, the chair is mine."

Just when the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer thought that the woman should immediately stand up and give up her seat, the trembling voice of the white tiger woman suddenly reached his ears.

"I won't give it to you. Hit me if you dare." Busujima Kiriko tightly grasped the handrails with both hands. The veins on the back of her hands were bulging, and her knuckles were slightly white due to the force. However, her eyes were full of excitement. She was expecting Brown Bear to take action, hoping that Brown Bear would be eliminated or killed by the host. She even prayed silently in her heart that it would be great if she could see him bleed all over the cabin and die bit by bit.

Click!Click!Click!

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer clenched his fists, his knuckles making a series of crisp sounds, "My hands are a little itchy."

"Sir! No!" Brown Bear's admirers shouted anxiously, but no one dared to step forward to stop them. After all, if they tried to stop him and the host considered it pushing, they would die.

Snapped!

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer's big paw slammed heavily on the back of the chair, making a loud noise.

White Tiger Dudao Tongzi huddled in her chair in fear, the previous horrific scenes flashing through her mind one by one like a revolving lantern. She turned her eyes to the host, but the host just stared at her and the brown bear quietly. Didn't the host care? Wasn't it absolutely forbidden to use violence? Why?

The members of the Mud Conference in the crowd looked at Busujima Kiriko nervously, but no one dared to step forward, not even to breathe. They huddled in the crowd, clasped their hands together, praying for the protection of the nameless god, hoping that someone would come forward to rescue their cadres.

Perhaps the prayers worked, and the gods heard everyone's expectations. A tall figure appeared in front of Busujima Kiriko like a god descending from heaven. The sudden change made Busujima Kiriko's pupils tremble violently.

"What's the point of bullying a weak woman? Come at me if you have the guts." The raccoon man and the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at each other, their eyes sparking in the wet and salty air, and it seemed as if a battle was about to break out.

Kiriko Busujima looked at the man standing in front of her, and his broad back gradually overlapped with the scene in her memory. In a trance, Kiriko Busujima seemed to see the dog smiling at her.

But the next second, the pain on her lips made Busujima Kiriko suddenly sober up. She licked the blood on her lips, and the sweet and fishy taste spread in her mouth. She looked up at the brown bear and chuckled, "You don't dare to do it because you are a coward."

"What did you say?!"

Snapped!

The angry brown bear slapped the back of the chair.

Click!

Most of the heavy chair back was broken into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

The raccoon man clenched his fist and waved away the sharp wooden chip that flew towards him. The sharp broken surface left a bloody mark on the back of his hand, and blood dripped.

The blood drained out of Busujima Kiriko's face. She watched the sandbag-sized fist raised high again and screamed in horror: "Host! Brown bear is using violence! Host! Brown bear is using violence!"

On the other side, the fans of brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer were anxious, but they also did not dare to step forward. They could only stand around and shout loudly: "Sir! Don't do it! Sir! Don't do it!"

At the same time, a member of the Mud Conference standing far away suddenly shouted loudly: "Brown Bear violated the rules, eliminate him, kill him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the rest of the participants in the room immediately echoed them, and their voices became louder and louder, almost covering up the melodious piano music on the radio.

“Great, great…” The more excited the skinny admirer became, the more he could not finish a sentence. He stamped his feet in anxiety and sweat covered his forehead.

The short and fat admirer quickly walked to the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer, looked up at the raised fist, frowned, and hurriedly advised: "Sir! Instead of wasting time here, why not quickly find other chairs. As long as you give the order, we can find as many as you want."

"Yes, sir!"

"My Lord, if you want to become the final winner, you must not be eliminated here!"

One admirer pointed at Baihu and said, "This woman has bad intentions. She just wants you to take action so that she can eliminate you!"

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer was surrounded by his admirers. After hearing their advice, he gradually guessed White Tiger's intention. He slowly put down his raised fist, glanced at the raccoon man, pointed at White Tiger and said, "Just wait, there will always be a time to use violence." After that, he led his admirers out of Room 4.

Busujima Kiriko collapsed in the chair in shock, slowly turned her head to look at the broken chair back, fear sweeping through her body.

"Are you okay?" the raccoon man asked in a deep voice.

"Thank you." Busujima Kiriko lowered her eyes, trying to hide the fear in her heart, "If you hadn't come into contact with me in the last elimination match, with your ability in this match..."

"There is no such thing as if. No matter how we make assumptions about what has happened, we can't go back to the past." The raccoon man looked at the White Tiger Dudao Kiriko and smiled. "Actually, I have other purposes."

Busujima Kiriko turned to look at Mafia Princess Mafia Karen, who was holding a cane. "You didn't help me much in the previous game. If I can help you this time, it will be worth our cooperation."

"grateful."

"You don't have to thank me. This chair means nothing to me." A bitter smile appeared on Busujima Kiriko's lips.

The raccoon man looked at the elk housekeeper beside the mafia princess Mafia Cullen and nodded slightly, indicating that he had already made a deal.

However, the parrot girl sitting on another chair was gnashing her back teeth with a creaking sound, and her beautiful eyes were glaring at the raccoon man. Long before the game started, she had already told the elk housekeeper all the information she had, but she didn't expect that the elk housekeeper still trusted the raccoon man so much.

Busujima Kiriko inadvertently glanced at the back of the raccoon man's hand that was still bleeding, "Your injury..."

The raccoon man raised his hand and glanced at the back of his scratched hand. There was a look in his eyes that Busujima Kiriko couldn't read. "It's not a big deal if it's a minor injury. As long as the young lady wins the final victory, it's worth it even if I have to sacrifice my life."

"Stop trying to be a good person here." The parrot girl said coldly. At this time, the music seemed to have reached its climax, and the passionate music made her annoyed.

Busujima Kiriko looked at the parrot girl with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Then, she looked at the raccoon man, but saw that the raccoon man shrugged helplessly. She guessed that it must be a problem within the mafia, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Mafia Karen, wearing a lion mask, held a cane in his hand, swinging the tip of the cane left and right, and gradually walked towards the direction of the chair under the guidance of the voice of the elk housekeeper.

At this time, the music gradually slowed down from being passionate, and I could vaguely hear human voices, but I couldn't make out the lyrics clearly. It just felt like the devil was whispering.

Mingyue and Scotland strolled along the corridor, and the Apocalypse followers in black robes ran past them quickly from time to time, or four or five people carried heavy chairs away.

"Little Cake Brother, aren't you going to find a chair?" Mingyue looked up at Scotland beside her. "The music is about to start for the second time. If you can't find a chair, you will become a spectator and can only watch them fight for the chairs."

"I want to help you find the chair first." Scotland looked around. He knew that Bourbon and Rye would be searching for the chair desperately, but they had other plans besides that.

Mingyue took out a chip with the letter "M" engraved on it and threw it casually, "You all don't want to exchange chips with me, do you think my chances of winning are slim? If I win, you will all be eliminated~"

The smile on Scotland's face gradually faded, and his blue eyes filled with worry looked at Mingyue, "The next game will probably be even more dangerous..."

"You want to eliminate me." Mingyue caught the falling chips and looked at Scotland...

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Preview of the next chapter: The first round is over, who becomes the spectator?