The people behind immediately understood the yellow-haired man’s intention and accelerated toward the right finish line!

On the other track, the person who had been pushed in was already submerged by the rabbit tide.

In the rabbit swarm, another crazed rabbit appeared.

Even knowing this method was equivalent to murder, no one condemned it, no one complained. The survivors just sat in place gasping for breath, tears and sweat flowing together, each person as bedraggled as if pulled from water.

In the distance, the rabbit-headed figure waved at everyone once again:

“Please return to the starting position. The third round of competition will begin.”

The third round.

The final round.

As long as they endured the final round, this damned game would be over!

Everyone forced themselves to stand up and slowly walked toward the starting point.

Shen Mo picked up Bai Youwei again and walked at the back of the group. Bai Youwei could feel the damp sweat on his body.

Having learned from the first round’s lesson, the second round saw everyone give their absolute all. Most passed the finish line, with only two deaths, leaving seven people now. But this didn’t mean the upcoming third round would also see reduced casualties.

Because after two consecutive life-or-death escapes, everyone’s stamina was at the edge of depletion.

In other words, by the time the third round of competition began, these people’s speed would decrease significantly.

Especially that middle-aged man—his calves were trembling even while walking now. He simply couldn’t run anymore.

Bai Youwei also noticed that the girl with glasses who had been pulled down earlier hadn’t died, but was injured. Her entire arm was stained bright red with blood, and the high-heeled shoe in her hand was similarly blood-soaked. The thin, long heel covered in blood was chilling to the bone.

The middle-aged man, perhaps feeling guilty, instinctively avoided her.

Throughout the journey, the atmosphere was even more oppressive than before, deathly silent.

No one spoke, perhaps feeling despair, or perhaps each calculating their strategy for the next round.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei still fell at the back of the group.

He asked her: “Is this what you meant by the method to guarantee winning the competition?”

“…Yes.” Bai Youwei lightly nodded her head. “The rabbits can’t enter the correct finish line, so as long as one person runs to the wrong side, we can predict which side is the correct finish from the rabbits’ reaction.”

Shen Mo gave a cold laugh: “This is forcing us to kill each other?”

Bai Youwei remained silent.

Indeed it was… On the surface, this competition tested physical strength, but in reality, whoever could break through their bottom line and attack their companions would gain a higher survival rate.

Like that middle-aged man, like that yellow-haired youth…

“You’re quite accurate at reading people.” Shen Mo gained a new understanding of Bai Youwei and asked her curiously, “Why did you think those two would make a move?”

“Nothing special, just a feeling,” Bai Youwei replied.

“A feeling?” Shen Mo laughed. “Could it be a woman’s intuition?”

Bai Youwei pursed her lips. “Sorry, it’s a cripple’s intuition. Being in the disadvantaged position, one becomes very sensitive to the malice displayed by the advantaged side.”

After hearing this, Shen Mo was thoughtful: “That’s quite interesting.”

“Actually it’s just bullying the weak,” Bai Youwei explained indifferently. “When people interact with those weaker than themselves, once they harbor ill intentions, they naturally exhibit aggression. Husbands who abuse their wives, parents who beat their children, caregivers who mistreat the elderly—these people are all normal in daily life. Why is it that they particularly can’t control their temper when facing wives, children, and the elderly? It’s because of the disparity in power. The strong can unscrupulously magnify the malice in their hearts, arbitrarily possessing, humiliating, and even depriving the weak of their lives…”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but pause, saying quietly: “You probably find it hard to relate.”

Although they weren’t familiar, she had heard from her mother that Uncle Shen’s son worked at the National Security Bureau and was one of the youngest and most promising officers there. Someone like him probably would never understand what it felt like to be in a disadvantaged position.

“I understand it now,” Shen Mo replied.

By this time they had returned to the starting line. The rabbit-headed figure once again raised that starting gun—

“Look,” Shen Mo lowered his body, assuming the ready-to-run position. “In front of it, we’re all weak.”

“On your marks!—” The rabbit-headed figure called out the command.