The will of a large amount of the contestants had faded, and those that were still willing to fight had their eyes focused far too much on the money rather than the people they were fighting.
That alone had created the perfect opening.
Instead of everyone charging at the same target, they had started watching each other. Measuring each other. Wondering who would land the final hit, and who would be left with nothing after doing all the work.
It was exactly what Wolf had hoped for.
"Quickly, let's get out of here!" Wolf shouted.
He turned and ran, sprinting toward the edge of the arena pit. Without hesitation, he jumped, his fingers catching onto the rough ledge above. His arms tensed as he pulled himself up with practiced movement, muscles straining but steady.
Once his upper body was over the edge, he twisted and knelt down, planting one knee firmly as he extended his hand downward.
"Joe, now!"
Joe didn't hesitate.
