"Don't ... don't come over!"
The pitiable scream echoed in an empty, flat, white grid-like room, clearly laden with fear and trepidation.
However, the object of his fear evidently had no intention of stopping, quickly approaching with bouncy, light steps.
An old, blood-stained cleaver, now dark red with jagged edges from countless cuts, was raised high, dazzling the eyes with its glare.
Swish—
The knife fell, the head severed.
The figure of the last surviving player disappeared from the room.
Wu Liang casually tossed the cleaver onto the ground and closed his eyes to meditate.
Actually, his efficiency wasn't usually this high, as finding all the players in the whole city normally required some time.
But by a lucky coincidence, after sending out the Zodiac Rabbit, the next player he found happened to be the one who imagined this city map.
As Wu Liang had initially ridiculed, it was indeed Los Santos!
After eliminating him, the map vanished instantly.
