Chapter 8 Who Is the Weak

The people behind immediately understood Huang Mao's intentions, and accelerated to the right end!

On the other side of the runway, the person who was pushed in was already submerged by the tide of rabbits.

In the group of rabbits, there is another crazy rabbit.

Knowing that such an approach is tantamount to murder, no one condemns or complains. The surviving people just sit there panting, tears and sweat flowing together, everyone is as embarrassed as being fished out of the water.

In the distance, the rabbit-headed man once again waved to everyone:

"Please return to the starting position and start the third round."

third round.

final round.

Just make it through the last round and the damn game will be over!

Everyone braced themselves to get up and walked slowly towards the starting point.

Shen Mo put Bai Youwei on his back again, and walked at the end of the line. Bai Youwei could feel the sweat on his body.

With the lessons learned from the first round, everyone tried their best in the second round, and most of them passed the finish line. Only two people died, and now there are seven left. But this does not mean that the next third round will also reduce casualties.

Because after two consecutive life-and-death escapes, everyone's physical strength was on the verge of being overdrawn.

In other words, by the time of the third round, the speed of these people will be greatly reduced.

Especially that middle-aged man, his calves are shaking even when he walks now, and he can't run at all.

Bai Youwei also noticed that the girl with glasses who was dragged down just now was not dead, but was injured. Her whole arm was stained red with blood, and the high heels in her hand were also bloody. Creepy.

The middle-aged man may have a guilty conscience and subconsciously avoid her.

Along the way, the atmosphere was even more depressing and lifeless than before.

No one spoke, maybe they felt hopeless, maybe they were planning their strategies for the next round of competition.

Shen Mo and Bai Youwei are still at the end of the team.

He asked her, "Is this what you said, 100 percent way to win the game?"

"...Well." Bai Youwei nodded slightly, "Rabbits can't enter the correct destination, so as long as one person makes a mistake, we can predict which side the correct destination is from the rabbit's reaction."

Shen Mo sneered: "Is this trying to force us to kill each other?"

Bai Youwei was silent.

That's true... On the surface, this competition is about physical strength, but in fact, whoever can break through the bottom line and attack his companions will have a higher survival rate.

Like that middle-aged man, like that young man with yellow hair...

"You are very accurate in seeing people." Shen Mo had a new understanding of Bai Youwei, and asked her curiously, "Why do you think those two people will do it?"

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling." Bai Youwei replied.

"Feeling?" Shen Mo laughed, "Could it be a woman's intuition?"

Bai Youwei curled her lips, "I'm sorry, it's the intuition of a cripple. Being on the weak side, you will be very sensitive to the malice shown by the strong side."

Shen Mo listened, thoughtfully: "It's interesting."

"It's actually bullying." Bai Youwei explained lightly, "When people get along with people who are weaker than themselves, once they have evil thoughts in their hearts, they will naturally show aggressiveness. Husbands who abuse their wives, parents who abuse their children, and those who bully the elderly Nursing workers, these people are normal people in life, why are they especially unable to control their temper when facing wives, children, and the elderly? It is because of the great disparity in strength, the strong can amplify the malice in their hearts without fear, and treat the weak Wanton possession, humiliation, and even deprivation of life..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but pause, and said quietly: "It's probably hard for you to understand."

Although she was not familiar with it, she also heard from her mother that Uncle Shen's son worked in the National Security Agency and was the youngest and most promising officer there. People like him will probably never understand what it's like to be in a disadvantaged position.

"I realize it now." Shen Mo replied.

At this time they had returned to the starting line, and the bunny head raised the starting gun again——

"Look." Shen Mo lowered his body and assumed a posture ready to run, "In front of it, we are all weak."

"Ready!—" the rabbit-headed man shouted the password.