"Are they going to take us to be executed?"
Madman muttered, fidgeting, as everyone except Orson boarded the transport helicopter.
Every one of them had blindfolds on, with armed soldiers sitting next to them.
Madman, similarly blindfolded, pushed Nightshade away with a look of disdain.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was tense, the sound of the helicopter blades whirling above constantly irritating everyone's nerves.
"You don't need a new place for execution. I can kill you anytime, anywhere," Blank said coldly.
Madman, irritated, scoffed, "Oh, little girl, you couldn't beat me in the game, so you're playing dirty in real life? Where are you taking us? Speak!"
"It's classified, none of your business!" Blank sneered. Since the time she was humiliated by Madman in the Bloodfury Arena, Blank had secretly sought revenge on him in the game.
