Chapter 565 - 415: The First and Second Survival Games

Stepping onto the stairs, Lin Yue, along with Bai and the Little Ice Lizards, came up to the next level.

Here, Xiao Meng and the Little Ice Lizards, just like before, pinned the skinny old man against the wall.

However, it seemed he had been down there for too long; Old Sun was now drenched with sweat, almost collapsing.

Moreover, upon hearing the sound of him coming up, Old Sun’s knees seemed unable to hold, and if it weren’t for Xiao Meng grabbing and holding him, he would have collapsed directly to the ground.

"What are you pretending for?" Lin Yue asked as he came up.

"I’m not... not pretending..."

"Old Sun, did you hear the sound of the Desert Eagle earlier? You know what I did, right." Lin Yue picked up the Desert Eagle and pressed it against the back of Old Sun’s head, some blood slowly dripping down the back of his head.

Old Sun was now covered in goosebumps, and his entire scalp was numb.

All the escape plans he had imagined, all the counterattack skills, were forgotten at this moment!

While he tried to contact various Executors, he found that they had all blocked him, even that person too.

He hurriedly searched for others, only to find that the news of their annihilation had spread across the world channel!

Everyone was marveling at Lin Yue’s prowess and their own incompetence!

Old Sun, in panic, tried to find anyone who could help him, but found that no one cared.

It was as if, after this incident, everyone had blocked him!

When the massive roar of the Desert Eagle echoed below, Old Sun simultaneously looked at Du Ping’s profile picture on the system panel.

The profile picture instantly turned gray, feeling like a powerful blow to Old Sun’s brain, humming violently.

Lin Yue, he really knows how to strike!

Having survived twice, Old Sun had seen those who killed without hesitation.

But he hadn’t seen many who, after decisively killing, acted as if nothing had happened, with a voice still so calm.

Just how many beggars had died at Lin Yue’s hands?

"Bang!!" Suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out in his ears, startling Old Sun greatly!

"Bang!!"

Another shot!

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Old Sun felt like he was going insane!

What is Lin Yue doing? What does he want?!

"Is the Desert Eagle a good gun?"

Old Sun didn’t dare open his eyes: "Wha-what?"

"I asked you, is it a good gun?"

"Yes..."

"Bang!!"

Another loud gunshot sounded, scaring Old Sun into shouting again!

"It’s a good gun, it’s a good gun!" He was about to cry.

"Yeah, Du Ping’s whole head is gone, like a watermelon thrown from the tenth floor. Can you imagine?"

Lin Yue said casually, then again pressed the gun barrel against the back of Old Sun’s head.

Old Sun’s whole body trembled.

He felt his mind falling into chaos; any counterattack methods, any strategies to escape, were all blown away by the three gunshots.

At this moment, he only wanted to quickly tell Lin Yue everything he wanted to know, to get out of this extreme fear, chaos, and unbearable pain.

Moreover, he was old, physically exhausted, and somewhat disheartened after the total annihilation.

Now, no one responded to his plea for help, and those people had all blocked him.

It’s over, everything is over.

Everything ended the moment Lin Yue pressed the Katyusha Rocket Launcher’s button.

"Old Sun, my patience is limited."

"I know, I know, woo woo woo..." Old Sun cried, his psyche completely collapsing, "I’ll tell you everything, just let me go, I’ll say anything!"

Living? Is it still meaningful to live?

Even if he got out of here alive, what then?

Where to go?

Old Sun was at a loss, feeling like his fate was sealed the moment he started working with Du Ping.

Provoking Lin Yue was the biggest mistake he ever made!

Lin Yue, at this moment, also saw that this old man seemed to have lost the desire to struggle and to survive. It seemed like escaping from this state was what Old Sun wanted.

"I’ll ask, you answer. As long as you tell the truth, you won’t die. I know quite a bit, don’t make me waste my breath. Maybe if I get too excited, my finger might pull the trigger..."

"I will definitely tell the truth! Please, please don’t kill me..." Old Sun felt like he had reverted to the coward everyone in the neighborhood used to scold, and the confidence and bravado he had painstakingly built from twice surviving had suddenly evaporated.

Who can remain calm and collected when utterly immobilized, with a Desert Eagle pressed against the back of the head and the blood of a recently living companion flowing over them?

How many had ever experienced a battlefield, experienced life and death, before coming to this Otherworld?

Old Sun was originally just an ordinary person; although surviving twice had made him grow considerably, in this critical moment of life and death, he was still that despised old man no one liked.

"Alright, I’ll ask you again, do you know Xing Lingfeng?"

The trigger clicked open again, making Old Sun’s heart jump wildly.

"I-I know him! I’m very familiar with him, very familiar!" Old Sun swallowed, "He’s involved in this too!"