Chapter 670 - 254: Returning to the Toy Pool, Who Is 099?_3

Who bet the remaining forty million silver coins?

Ying Ziyao carefully searched for Xu Xingguang’s avatar and was surprised to find that Xu Xingguang’s ranking was not among the last few pages; she received a total bet of 10.2 million silver coins, placing her at number 20!

Ying Ziyao couldn’t help but take off his helmet and looked over at Zheng Qin, only to find that Zheng Qin had also removed his helmet.

The two exchanged glances for a moment before Zheng Qin spoke first, "Uncle Ying, who do you think placed the forty million on the pilot and the ten million on the lady?"

Such a neat sum of enormous silver coins is very likely betted by the same person.

Ying Ziyao had a suspicion, "I suspect it’s that pink-haired Xiao Qiao."

Zheng Qin was thinking along the same lines, "I think so too."

Yet he had doubts, "That Xiao Qiao, does he look like he’s very rich? He and the pilot were both Combat Dolls in the Toy Pool before, he should have no background, where does he get the fortune from?"

Ying Ziyao shook his head, "No idea."

Zheng Qin complained, "Could he have been favored by some patron?"

Ying Ziyao replied again, "And why not? My student Yin Su had kept a boy, who is even an employee of the Xia Country Alliance Government."

Zheng Qin did not refute, somewhat envious, "I also long to meet a wealthy lady."

Ying Ziyao ignored Zheng Qin and put his holographic helmet back on, first glancing at Xu Xingguang, seeing that she was already eating her second grilled fish, he then relaxed and went to see Huo Wen’an.

The Battle Royale had been going on for two hours, and the always-sleeping Huo Wen’an, leaning against a tree trunk, suddenly stood up.

Stepping over dried twigs and fallen leaves, he walked out of the small woodland and stood by a stream. Here, without the cover of trees, he could look up to see the fine silver new moon like a willow leaf overhead.

Countless nights before, he had looked up at the moon in the sky, and at that time, he saw no future.

Looking past the forest on the other side of the stream, Huo Wen’an gently lifted his chin and saw the towering mirror cliff at the forest’s end.

That cliff has remained barren for ten years, even birds falling into this dense forest never dream of flying out again.

This is a death abyss with no way out.

He stared at the water in front of him, reflecting his face, and involuntarily recalled some past events when he first came to the Toy Pool.

Suddenly, he turned around and sprinted towards the forest behind him.

In the thick forest, a man and a woman are fighting fiercely. The man is thin and has eyes slightly protruding due to years of malnutrition.

In the Toy Pool, someone of his physique could be killed at any moment. His jacket has the number ’029’.

But the woman he kicked to the ground is in worse condition. Covered in injuries, her black jacket is soaked in her blood, with a sharp wooden spike stuck in her abdomen, and an old wound on her right leg showing signs of decay.

This woman is already at the end of her strength and won’t last long.

Her clothes are marked with the number 002.

was once a fierce fighter in the Toy Pool, but she was attacked by several skilled Combat Dolls last month. Despite fighting with all her might and killing them, becoming the second in last round’s Battle Royale, her body was completely ruined.

kicked 002 away, then pressed her to the ground, taunting, "Ha, although you’re a bit old, you’re still a woman, still useful!"

sat on 002’s leg, gripping the wooden spike in her abdomen, he forced it deeper into 002’s belly.

"Ah!" 002’s screams were heart-wrenching.

She lost too much blood, was exhausted, and her stomach growled with hunger; she had no strength to resist.

took the vines from his waist and tied 002’s wrists, fixing them above her head, eagerly trying to pull down 002’s pants.

Pants were pulled down, revealing no undergarments underneath.

002’s stomach was covered in blood, but 029 didn’t care, forcibly spreading her legs ready to engage in battle.

Just then, a gust of wind came from behind, and before 029 could turn around to see who it was, a long wooden stick pierced through his chest cavity.

In shock, 029 lowered his head to see the stick that had penetrated his chest cavity, incredulously turning around.

In the dim night, the man donned all black.

His coat was slightly open, a low-cut T-shirt underneath inadvertently exposing pale skin, with collarbones and shoulders forming two slight depressions.