I'm not a drama god

On the lonely and deserted street, the assassin lowered his head and walked forward in silence.

He did not look back at the two young monsters, and he knew that they would not catch up with him. At this moment, he felt very complicated... Chen Ling, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian had brought him continuous "harm". He estimated that he could only regain some confidence by killing a dozen ordinary participants.

Just as he was racking his brains to recall his previous hard training and reflect on whether he had been lazy, a figure in a fluorescent robe walked slowly towards him from the opposite side.

He was a referee with "06" written on his chest. He just glanced at the assassin, then looked away and walked forward.

The assassin naturally had no other reaction and moved forward on his own...

The two passed each other quietly.

……

at the same time.

"call……"

Exhausted, Jian Changsheng slowly sat down on the side of the road and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"How about it? I saved your life, so we are even now, right?" Sun Bumian bent down, looked into Jian Changsheng's eyes and smiled.

"you……"

Although Jian Changsheng's anger had indeed subsided a lot, when he saw that smiling face, he inexplicably wanted to punch him... Perhaps it was because this guy's smile was too annoying, Jian Changsheng found it difficult to remain calm.

"Who is even with you?" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and said, "You saved me this time, which can only make up for the last time when I almost died at the hands of the Dragon Twister... But the kick in the Gray Realm has not been settled yet!"

Sun Bumian felt helpless. He spread his hands.

"So what do you want? Let's fight again now?"

"Not now...not now." Jian Changsheng waved his hand weakly, "We'll fight next time. I'll keep this grudge for now."

"..."

Sun Bumian seemed to remember something, and he conjured up the candied haws from the Western skewers and grabbed it in his palm, "Oh, by the way, I conjured this for you... don't waste it."

"No, where did you hide this string of candied haws?" Jian Changsheng couldn't help but complain.

"Hehe, it's normal for a play god to transform into something small."

Sun Bumian's eyes narrowed into slits due to smiling.

Jian Changsheng looked at him and the string of candied haws in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took it.

After being in the field for such a long time, Jian Changsheng's energy consumption was indeed not small. It would be best if he could replenish some energy.

Jian Changsheng took a bite of the candied haws and found it quite delicious. He finished one string and kept one for himself, then gave the other two to Sun Bumian:

"Don't just watch me eat. If you become like a candied haws, you should eat two too."

Hearing this, Sun Bumian's face suddenly turned pale. He looked at the two strings of bright red candied haws strangely, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly...

"--vomit!!"

He turned his head and began to retch.

Jian Changsheng: ?????

No buddy, what do you mean? !

Is this candied haws of yours a real candied haws of yours? Huh? ! !

Seeing Sun Bumian's reaction, Jian Changsheng felt that the candied haws in his hand suddenly lost their fragrance. For a moment, he was in a dilemma whether to eat it or not...

Just as he was struggling, a figure as conspicuous as a firefly came from a distance.

"……referee?"

Jian Changsheng and the retching Sun Bumian looked at the man at the same time, without any reaction.

During the battle for the old district, referees could often be seen. They would not interfere in the fight, but would just make some records and notify the medical team to collect the bodies... so the two did not think much about it.

When they first noticed that the referee was actually walking towards them, they became nervous for a moment.

"What's going on? We didn't break any rules, did we?"

Jian Changsheng was at a loss. He suddenly glanced at the candied haws in his hand, turned his head and asked Sun Bumian, asking inexplicably, "Did you inject stimulants into this?"

"? What nonsense are you talking about."

Under the two men's puzzled gazes, the referee slowly stood in front of them.

He first stared at Sun Bumian for a long time, then turned to look at Jian Changsheng. I don't know if it was Jian's illusion, but he seemed to see "disdain", "resentment", and a hint of "murderous intent" in the eyes of this referee...

The referee raised his hand and patted Jian Changsheng on the shoulder.

"You did great, kid."

Jian Changsheng:?

After saying this, the referee ignored the two of them and continued walking forward. His firefly-like robe gradually disappeared from their sight.

"Why is this referee so weird?" Sun Bumian's eyes were full of confusion.

On the other hand, Jian Changsheng beside him went from being confused to being dazed, his pupils shrank slightly, revealing an expression as if he had seen a ghost!

"He...he he he he...he actually..."

"What?" Sun Bumian was confused.

"He he he..." Jian Changsheng stuttered, and finally organized his words and dropped a bombshell.

"He's the 6 of Hearts!!!"

……

It’s okay, this kid is not stupid.

As Chen Ling walked away, he was secretly calculating in his heart.

After getting rid of referee No. 6 and replacing him, Chen Ling scratched the face of the original referee with a knife, then threw him to the side of the road and notified the medical team to come and collect the body.

The face is incomplete, so the medical team cannot confirm the identity in a short time. They will probably just think that this is some unlucky participant. By the time they repair the flesh and blood on the face and report to the higher authorities, the fight will probably be over...

But it doesn't matter if his behavior is discovered, after all, the manual says "no matter what means are used", he will not be punished for it. The reason why Chen Ling blurred the referee's face and delayed his exposure time is because he still needs to use this identity of the referee to do something bigger.

As for Jian Changsheng... although Chen Ling was full of resentment towards him, at this point, it was not the time for revenge.

After vaguely hinting at his current identity, it would be beneficial to him, Sun Bumian, and himself... at least it would avoid infighting among the three people of the 6th generation.

A flash of aurora flashed across the depths of Chen Ling's eyes, and then voices rang out from the intercom:

"Sizzsssssssssss..."

"It has been almost ten hours since the battle began. What is the situation now?"

"Currently, sixteen people from the West have died and been eliminated. These people were killed by a few specific people. Most of them are still hiding their strength and hiding in the dark."

"The progress is a bit too slow... they need to be given some stimulation."

"Has anyone discovered the 'Dark Palace'?"

"Not yet. Do we need to manually release the 'Dark Palace' in advance?"

"It's too early to release him now... wait another two hours."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed!

He pinched his fingertips in the void, and the intercom signal that he intercepted in mid-air was tampered with in an instant, and was interrupted for a moment before reaching other referees' intercoms!

"Sizzsssssssssss..."

"Director, Director? Is the signal on your end not very good?"

"Zizizizi... It's okay, it should be fine now." The director's voice sounded again through the intercoms of all the referees, "I say, it's too early to release it now, we have to wait a while... But before that, it's best to send someone to confirm the layout of the 'Dark Palace' to avoid any accidents."

"Okay, Director. Who shall we send?"

"Let's send... Number 6."

Chen Ling held the walkie-talkie in her hand with a slight smile on her lips.