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The young boy named Du Lai, with a beaming smile, extended his right hand towards Yan Qingwen.
Yan Qingwen took a dispassionate glance at him without putting out her hand.
“Excellent vigilance.” Du Lai raised his palm, revealing a blade held between two fingers.
Lun Ang was instantly infuriated: “You! …”
“Tall guy, don’t rush, look at these two ladies here, they’re much calmer than you” Du Lai mischievously flipped his hand, and the blade which was supposed to be between his fingers disappeared into thin air.
Zhu Shu widened her eyes in surprise.
Lun Ang was also taken aback: “What the hell? ! Prop?”
“It’s magic,” Bai Youwei said coldly, “and it’s the most inferior street magic that emphasizes speed but lacks artistic appeal and skill.”
Du Lai’s smile froze slightly, his eyes fell on Bai Youwei, his languid tone carrying a threat: “Little girl, such sharp words, ain’t cute”
Bai Youwei laughed lightly, looking at his hands, and said unhurriedly: “Every magician I’ve ever met emphasises on hand maintenance. Not a bit of dirt can be in their nails, and your hands… are very dirty.”
She slightly looked up, smiled, and asked him: “So, are you a wandering street performer? Or… a thief?”
It was as if Du Lai had been stung, and the smile on his face froze.
After a few seconds of pause, he took a deep look at Bai Youwei, then stepped back half a step.
“You guys aren’t friendly at all…”
He smiled wryly, forcing a laugh:
“Alright, let me get straight to the point. I need a partner for a game I’m playing – a doll-grabbing game. Here’s the guide, and I need one good player to join.”
His gaze lingered on Lun Ang for half a second, adding: “And he can’t be too fat.”
Yan Qingwen laughed: “What’s going on? Are game guides running rampant on the streets of Shanghai?”
“Of course not,” Du Lai shook his head lightly. “The game guide is in the hands of the review team. After we schedule the game time, the review team will tell us the detailed guide. But don’t get your hopes up too much, because most of the game is competitive. Even if you know the guide, you might not make it out alive.”
As he said this, he leaned casually against the trunk of a tree by the sidewalk, looking at the young man who had greeted Lun Ang just now.
“For instance, the guy who just called you guys is trying to trick you into being the sacrificial lambs. In the game of Russian roulette, at least one person must die to clear the game.”
“And what about you?” asked Yan Qingwen. “Why did you choose us?”
“Because everyone else here is too stupid.” Du Lai sighed. “I value my life. I don’t want to be dragged down by idiot teammates. Don’t worry, the claw machine game is not player-against-player, it requires cooperation. Of course, if we fail to cooperate and you die in the game, you can’t blame me.”
Bai Youwei furrowed her brows and asked, “The game is so risky, why do you guys still participate in it?”
“Of course, for the props.” Du Lai naturally responded. “A good prop can save your life at a crucial moment. Besides, everyone who lives here has to play the game. The more props you have, the more confident you are when playing the game.”
“Everyone has to participate in the game?” Bai Youwei was slightly shocked.
“Ah… it looks like you guys are really new here, owning no idea what’s going on.” Du Lai chuckled. “The game reviewers take care of our food and accommodation, and regularly provide us with game guides. Of course, this is not a free service. The only requirement they impose on us residents is…to participate in the game on time.”