"Of course, come and go as you please." Uncle Clark spread his hands and said, "'Hope Team' has always been a place of peril, I've said it before, there will absolutely be no obstruction, and killing a teammate will result in point deductions."

The newcomers looked at each other, and in the end, the two middle-aged men, James Thompson and Samuel Harris, slowly left. As they walked away, they kept looking back every few steps, afraid that Uncle Clark would pull out a gun and shoot them.

Grace Brooks originally wanted to leave as well, but was held back by Henry Clark. Listening to the sound of the two leaving footsteps, he grabbed Grace Brooks's wrist and sneered, "You've already seen the consequences of defying the mission. Do you really think the mission would have such a big loophole for people to exploit?"

"Trust me."

Although Henry Clark had lost his eyes, his remaining senses had become even sharper over time. Unlike others, he also had a strange intuition. Although this intuition mostly just helped him avoid deep pits in the road when his cane failed, he believed in it without a doubt.

His brow kept twitching, making him instinctively feel a lurking sense of crisis.

"Hey, I said no one would actually leave, but I didn't expect it." John Baker laughed strangely. "Didn't expect there'd be two."

"A wise choice." The middle-aged Uncle Clark clapped his hands and smiled. "Exchanging five hundred reward points for your life is really a good deal."

"Please believe that as long as we're still alive when the mission ends, five hundred points will be no problem at all." Henry Clark shielded Grace Brooks behind him as he spoke.

"Just leave it to me." William Carter suddenly looked up and said, "I'll guarantee their safety."

"You're such a good person, really." John Baker smiled at him, his expression sincere but his eyes mocking.

"Still better than being a pervert like you." William Carter retorted, "Did you cut off your balls to become such a freak? Or did you actually exchange for the Sunflower Manual?"

"At a time like this, can you two stop arguing?" Uncle Clark turned his head to look at the two of them, glancing at the countdown on his watch.

0:10:00

"Ten minutes left, and the mission will begin. The difficulty shouldn't be too high this time, but it's important to make a plan." The middle-aged Uncle Clark scratched his chin. "First, let's find a floor plan of the whole building..."

Henry Clark quietly followed behind Grace Brooks, slowly recalling the path he had walked, memorizing every direction and distance, waiting for the final countdown to end.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps around him, and the intense or calm heartbeats, Henry Clark's free hand gently stroked his chest. The blood had not yet faded, and every time he noticed that subtle scent, it reminded him of the terrifying feeling of a bullet tearing through skin, muscle, and bone from outside his body, then shredding his heart.

A voice in his heart screamed: Never again!

But how should he describe this strange feeling? Fear? Trembling? Despair? Disgust? Or... excitement?

That terror of walking the line between life and death could become addictive. The feeling of life draining from a wound became so beautiful it was hard to let go...

Truly...

He lowered his head and let out a long sigh. "It's amazing..."

Chapter 5 The Only Reliance

"What are you looking for?"

After leaving that huge building, James Thompson and Samuel Harris were slowly walking along a highway. Under the gloomy sky, the atmosphere was stifling and anxious. Samuel Harris couldn't help but look at the sneaky James Thompson and ask.

"Cameras, of course." The fat man said firmly, "These TV shows are the worst. See, they don't dare restrict our freedom of movement, because they're afraid we'll sue them in court later..."

"Yeah..." Samuel Harris nodded in sudden realization, or perhaps he just didn't want to believe he had come to such a cruel world, so he clung to a comforting lie and refused to let go.

James Thompson sneered, "When we get back, we'll sue them for everything they've got."

"Hey, there are people up ahead. Should we go ask for directions?" Samuel Harris, who had been looking up, suddenly saw two figures slowly approaching from the other end of the highway.

He could vaguely make out a man with long golden hair in a white trench coat, holding a cigar, looking elegant, and a black man wearing a strange hat, looking like a hippie. The two seemed to be chatting about something, and the black man kept talking with a weird smile.

Behind them followed five bus-sized vehicles, moving slowly.

"Um... hello..." James Thompson approached with a smile. "Excuse me... here... is... where?"

His extremely awkward English made the white man with the cigar pause and exchange a glance with the black man beside him.

"Bro, this guy looks so cute." The hippie-like black man turned to the white man in the trench coat and said, "So interesting..."

James Thompson was stunned as he watched the black man spit out a string of fluent Chinese.