The people of Zone F were more or less discussing with excitement.
The final competition of the 'Game' is set to begin tonight.
Although the notice was rather sudden, it didn't diminish the enthusiasm of the people who had been waiting for a long time.
Moreover, there's a new twist to this final competition.
"'The Hundred Major Families' actually let their own bloodlines become 'survivors', what were they thinking?"
"Who knows what those big families are thinking? I'm more interested in the new 'audience prize money'!"
"A grand prize of ten million, ten prizes of one million, a hundred prizes of one hundred thousand, a thousand prizes of ten thousand, and ten thousand consolation prizes of a thousand each, I don't need much, I'm not greedy for the grand prize, just one of the million would do."
"You must be dreaming!"
"Weren't you opposed to this kind of 'Game' before?"
"I was young and ignorant then, unaware of the charm of the 'Game'."
"You were opposed just yesterday!"
"A day apart feels like an eternity; I have grown!"
"That's the best compliment I've ever heard!"
Such playful conversations among friends were heard now and then on the streets or before dining tables.
Most people were shocked by the participation of the 'Hundred Major Families' bloodlines.
And by the 'prize money'!
The presence of both had nicely covered up the abruptness of the 'Game's' final competition commencement.
The method was not particularly clever.
This was not arranged by the younger generation, but was decided in the 'forefathers'' meeting in the afternoon.
And the meeting for the young folks hadn't started yet.
Inside the room where the 'Game' was about to begin, Pers looked at Jason with an apologetic face.
This left Jason somewhat puzzled.
"As your 'contact person', I should stand with you, but I know I'm too weak, staying here would only drag you down."
Pers said so and bowed deeply.
He remembered his duty.
And was even more grateful for Jason's lifesaving grace.
So, he wanted to stay.
'You can take a bullet for Lord Jason.'
'No, bullets will likely pierce through your body and hit Lord Jason.'
'Maybe Lord Jason will get shot a few times trying to catch your body.'
Confronted with Billder's 'persuasion', Pers wisely chose to give up.
But he couldn't just do nothing.
He wanted to apologize to Jason in person.
Tears couldn't stop flowing.
Pers seemed to be too emotional, hugging Jason's arm and sobbing uncontrollably, then, he pushed something into Jason's hands.
It was cold and hard.
Without looking, Jason could confirm from the feel that it was a grenade.
Jason looked at Pers surprised.
He didn't know where this 'contact person' got the grenade from, but he understood the goodwill.
"I'm really useless."
Pers didn't look up, crying louder.
Then, he quickly pulled out grenade after grenade and stuffed them over.
"I hope you'll be safe."
"We'll be waiting for you."
With these words as his farewell, Pers left the room.
Outside the room, Losa 11, Billder, Roslor, Galen, and Simpson 2, Amiel 3, Boldy 7 were waiting.
"Don't worry, we will all meet again unharmed."
Everyone believed in such words.
Especially Simpson 2, Amiel 3, and Boldy 7.
They now knew what this man before them wanted to do.
Just as crazy as before!
But it was incredibly attractive to them.
Because they wanted to know how this man would end things after doing something so crazy.
Or rather, how to deal with it all!
The unknown always comes with mystery.
Mystery harbors infinite charm, and Losa 11, trying his best to imitate 'Losa 1', unconsciously conquered the members from the 'Hundred Major Families' around him.
Their eyes were bright, their expressions determined.
You could even say they were prepared to follow him to the death.
Simpson 2, Amiel 3, and Boldy 7 all had an indescribable feeling at this moment.
It seemed that following this man, they could start a new era.
What a splendid endeavor that would be!
What an exhilarating endeavor that would be!
A man's romance isn't just about guns and roses, but also the undying adolescence in their minds.
The saying that men are boys till death is not in vain.
They looked at each other and saluted Losa 11 together.
"Everything will go as you wish."
Their voices were loud, drawing attention.
Billder, Roslor, Galen, and the just returned Pers all saluted together.
An inappropriate cold snort sounded.
The crowd frowned and looked over, it was Hera 10.
The lady was carrying two boxes walking through a corridor, with no attempt to disguise, nor to hide the distaste on her face.
Losa 11 was very aware of such distaste.
Evidently, Hera 10 knew as well.
Perhaps it was a hint from the family.
Maybe she guessed it from his arrangements.
Perhaps it was her own unique ability.
But regardless of which one, she was complaining about his 'unchanging ways'.
"Move aside, I have some words for Jason."
Hera 10 rudely interrupted Losa 11, and just walked through the door like that.
The door closed heavily.
Losa 11 couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly.
Simpson 2 looked at Losa 11.
"It's alright, we'll wait for her."