Chapter 8: Who Was the Weak

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The people behind them immediately understood Huang Mao’s intentions and rushed to the finish line on the right!

On the other side of the runway, the man who had been pushed has been overtaken by the tide of rabbits.

There was one more crazy rabbit in the group of rabbits.

They clearly knew that such an approach was equivalent to murder, but no one condemned the boy or complained. The surviving people just sat on the spot and breathed heavily. Tears and sweat flowed together. Everyone looked as if they had been fished out of the water.

In the distance, the Bunny beckoned to everyone again.

“Please return to the starting position and start the third round,” she said.

The third round.

The last round.

As long as they got through the last round, this d*mn game would be over!

Everyone braced their spirits and got up, then slowly walked towards the starting point.

Shen Mo carried Bai Youwei again and walked at the end of the group. Bai Youwei could feel the wet sweat on his body.

With the lessons from the first round, everyone tried their best in the second round. Most of them passed the finish line. Only two people died. Now, there were seven people left. However, this didn’t mean that the third round would also have a reduction in casualties.

Because after two consecutive life-or-death escapes, everyone’s physical strength was exhausted.

In other words, during the third round of the game, the speed of these people would be greatly reduced.

This was especially true for the middle-aged man. Now his calves trembled even when he walked and he couldn’t run at all.

Bai Youwei also noticed that the girl with glasses who had been dragged down just earlier had not died but was injured. Her whole arm was stained red with blood, and the high heels in her hand were also bloody. The long and thin heels looked bloody and creepy.

The middle-aged man, perhaps out of shame, subconsciously avoided her.

On the way there, the atmosphere was more depressing than before.

No one spoke. Perhaps it was out of hopelessness, or perhaps it was because they were coming up with their own strategy for the next round of competition.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei were still at the end of the group.

“That was the way of winning the game with 100% certainty that you mentioned?” he asked her.

“…Uh-huh.” Bai Youwei nodded lightly. “The rabbits can’t get to the correct finish line, so as long as one person runs the wrong way, using the rabbits’ reaction, we can predict which side is the correct finish line.”

Shen Mo sneered, “Are they trying to force us to kill each other?”

Bai Youwei was silent.

It was true… On the surface, this competition was about physical strength, but in reality, whoever could disregard their morals and attack their peers would have a higher survival rate.

Just like how the middle-aged man and the yellow-haired young man had acted…

“You are very accurate when you judge people.” Shen Mo had a new understanding of Bai Youwei, and asked her curiously, “Why did you think that those two people would do it?”

“It’s nothing. It was just a feeling,” Bai Youwei replied.

“A feeling?” Shen Mo laughed. “Was it a woman’s instinct?”

Bai Youwei curled her lips. “I’m sorry, it’s the instinct of a cripple. When you are on the weak side, you become very sensitive to the malice shown by the strong side.”

Shen Mo listened and said thoughtfully, “That’s interesting.”

“In essence, it’s the strong bullying the weak,” Bai Youwei explained aloofly. “When people interact with people who are weaker than themselves, they will naturally show aggressiveness when they have evil thoughts. Husbands who use domestic violence on their wives, parents who abuse their children, and caregivers who bully the elderly. These people are considered normal people, but why can’t they control their temper when facing their wives, children, and the elderly? It’s because of the disparity in power. The strong can magnify the malice in their hearts without fear to freely dominate, abuse, and even deprive the weak of their lives…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but pause, then say quietly, “It’s probably hard for you to understand.”

Although she wasn’t familiar with him, she had heard from her mother that Uncle Shen’s son worked for the National Security Administration and was the youngest, most promising military officer there. People like him would probably never understand what it’s like to be in a disadvantaged position.

“I feel it now,” Shen Mo replied.

At that time, they had returned to the starting line and the Bunny raised the starting gun again——

“Look.” Shen Mo lowered his body and moved into place, preparing to run. “In front of this, we are all weak.”

“Prepare! ——” The Bunny shouted an order.