"How do you want to play?" Mori stared intently at Xu Xiaoyou.

"How about the first game being a gun assembly contest?" Xu Xiaoyou gestured towards the two piles of gun parts.

"As long as you can assemble the gun before me, you can even kill me."

Saying this, Xu Xiaoyou took off her gloves, and only then did Mori recall that the other person had never removed her gloves in front of her before, likely to leave no trace of herself in everyday life.

As cautious as a Lone Wolf, Mori should have noticed these details long ago.

Mori shook her head and stopped thinking about such things, realizing they weren't important now.

Seeing the countless fierce and mocking gazes around, she concluded that it was unrealistic to think she could leave here with her companion alone. These villains all had guns, and facing the firepower of hundreds of guns, even a Fourth Tier Cleaner not adept at frontal defense would be trapped like a beast fallen into a cage, their Divine Gift easily shattered, and then their flesh torn apart by bullet holes, followed by their body being disassembled into countless pieces.

She must defeat the girl in front of her to gain a chance to catch her breath.

"Ready?" Xu Xiaoyou raised both her hands and asked with a smile.

"3..."

"2..."

Mori held her breath, intensely focused on every move of her opponent, fixated on her slightly closed yet slightly parted lips.

M1911, she was very familiar with this model of handgun. Even though due to her upbringing, she had never personally disassembled this gun, she had watched its disassembly videos countless times and dared say that her understanding of some parts exceeded that of the veterans in Cosmic Heavy Industries' military.

In Mori's highly tense spirit, the last syllable from the blonde girl's lips fell, and she quickly reached down to search for the crucial parts. The disassembly videos she had watched replayed in her mind, and every detail was vividly outlined.

Time seemed to slow down a thousandfold in her eyes, and if one looked closely, they would see that the dark red pupil of the girl's left eye split into two, like a bubble forming on the water's surface.

The gun being assembled in the video seemed to be laid out flat before her eyes. Every thread, every blue-black engraving was so clear, and all the details and steps were presented clearly. She followed these steps and began to assemble rapidly. Under the pale overhead light, Mori inserted the gun barrel into the chamber, then clamped the recoil spring into the latch and quickly stretched her hand towards the grip.

During the assembly, Mori glanced at Xu Xiaoyou, who casually picked up the chamber and seemed to be pondering something, smiling faintly under her mask and not rushing to start assembling, forming a stark contrast with her own anxious and rapid movements.

Mori breathed a sigh of relief. At this pace, she might win.

Just as Mori finished assembling the upper half of the gun and was in the process of fitting the assembled chamber onto the lower frame, preparing to fill the magazine with bullets in its original position to complete the final loading, she reached out only to find nothing.

Looking up again, she saw Xu Xiaoyou gazing at her with a playful smile, holding a copper bullet between her fingers:

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Mori froze for a moment, reaching out to snatch it.

Xu Xiaoyou took a gentle step back, letting her grab emptily, then calmly completed the remaining assembly, loaded the bullet into the magazine, and slid it into the magazine well, slowly aiming it at her:

"You lost, Rice Wine."

"This isn't fair..." Mori bit her lip again, breaking it and drawing blood.

"This isn't fair, you're cheating..."

Xu Xiaoyou laughed and spread her hands innocently: "The rules didn't say I couldn't take your bullet."

"Let's play again." The long hair covered Mori's face, her expression indistinguishable in the darkness, only the faint and humble, pleading voice could be heard.

"The rules didn't say it was a one-round match, best of three."

"Alright."

Xu Xiaoyou deftly disassembled the gun she had assembled, readily agreeing to the girl's request.

The second round began shortly in tense anticipation. Having learned from the past, Mori watched over her gun parts and bullets like a protective wolf, to prevent her opponent from cheating like the last round.

With prior experience, this time Mori assembled even more skillfully than before. Subconsciously, she observed Xu Xiaoyou again, who still maintained that unhurried demeanor, yet her assembly speed was evidently faster than last time, evidently also familiar with the assembly and disassembly steps, progressing at a similar pace to Mori.

Just as Mori was silently speeding up her actions, she caught sight of an unexpected scene, seeing Xu Xiaoyou suddenly taking a bullet and, while assembling the upper and lower gun parts, loaded that bullet into the chamber.

Why was she doing this step?

It didn't seem to be part of the standard assembly process?

What was her purpose for doing this?

Why pre-load the bullet in the chamber?

This scene threw Mori off, disrupting her original assembly rhythm. The glaring pale light overhead spun the entire world around her, cold sweat inexorably seeping out from her skin. Just as she snapped out of her daze, the dark muzzle was already pressed against her forehead, and the blonde girl's casual voice rang out:

"You lost again, Rice Wine."

Mori was stunned, as she had only just inserted the bullet into the magazine. In contrast, her opponent's gun remained empty beneath the iron-black frame, with Nothing in the magazine lying on the table, taunting her eyes.

She finally understood why Xu Xiaoyou loaded the bullet into the chamber beforehand. Doing so bypassed all the magazine-related steps, allowing her to finish this game a step ahead despite their similar assembly speeds.

Xu Xiaoyou used her fingertip to flick the safety: "Sticking to the rules only leads to one's demise, understand?"

"Bang."

"You, wait!!"

Mori frantically reached out, but this time her pleading was futile. Xu Xiaoyou snapped her fingers, and the Octagonal Spider members above responded. She watched helplessly as Owl's chains were released, falling heavily to the ground with a 'bang,' just like the sound the girl had mouthed, and like a Heavy Hammer smashing into her heart.

Watching another companion depart, the suffocating oppression and agony surged up, drowning out all her thoughts. The indescribable fear and confusion triggered a strong physical reaction, causing her stomach to churn, forcing her to dry heave until tear-filled eyes blurred the outline of the blonde girl in front of her.

The Devil...?

At least at this moment, the person before her appeared no different from a Devil in her eyes, more malevolent, more fond of playing with people's hearts. Her opponent had foreseen the outcome of this bet from the beginning, simply deriving joy from the process of leading her in circles.

With sweet talk and inducement, step by step leading her to fall from a higher place, savoring her helplessness during her desperate struggle.

At this moment, the other must be feeling very pleased beneath that mask, right?

The apple nourished by her suffering gleamed bright red, like a deadly Ruby, would it taste sweet and tempting?

If not, then why would her opponent do this to her?

She was truly in pain...

Truly in pain...

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