Chapter 91: “Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

After coming out of the exchange, Chu Zu immediately went to the game center.

The game center had severe light pollution.

After he entered, he looked for Zu Qian’s name on the unusually large electronic screen.

There were stairs on both sides of the hall.

The stairs on the left led up to the game area, and the stairs on the right led up to the investment area.

On the second floor of the investment area, the open area was crowded with people, and the noise was constant.

Some people specialized in researching the game itself, working on the probability of winning and losing, and talking eloquently about their understanding of the game.

More people liked to study the players.

The effect of the "star" players was greater than imagined, especially the "star" players who were backed by enterprises.

Enterprises would specially cultivate a batch of players, provide them with the solutions to many known games, and push them into the "market."

When their net wins were high enough and they climbed up the player winning rate leaderboard, they would naturally attract more players to bet.

When the odds difference was high enough to satisfy the enterprise, the enterprise would start to bet against them and have them "throw the match."

One harvest could make a fortune.

The players were not fools.

After experiencing or seeing it twice, they would of course realize that something was wrong.

But they would still gamble.

They would gamble on whether they were really unlucky and became the last person to be harvested.

Zu Qisheng’s appearance was too eye-catching.

It was impossible not to notice him, but no one came to greet him.

They even spontaneously made way for him, leaving a path to the investment panel.

The noise also stopped.

“Now I believe this face is really Cthulhu.”

Chu Zu nodded his thanks to the person who made way for him, but only got a dazed expression in return.

He had dazed two people in a row.

The system had originally wanted to say that it was a bit of a demonic concept, but then it remembered the character story that the host had supplemented.

Sigh.

The host hadn't actually written that much.

What he had written in the setting collection was still an event premise that met the setting requirements:

After Zu Qisheng’s parents went bankrupt, they accidentally fell into a fundraising cult trap, and their two sons were also forced to move to a factory.

The original setting didn't say whether the brothers had parents, but people are always born of a mother, so it's not too much to have a father and a mother.

The host had created a father and mother out of thin air and had not arranged any personality for them, just waiting for the world to automatically supplement them.

Then the world had supplemented him with a big one according to the existing logic of the whole book.

When the patriarch started to get touchy, the host was really stunned.

“This person just said ‘we all treat you as our own child,’ and then he started to be a bastard!!!”

The little yellow chicken was panting with anger in the sea of consciousness, cursing countless words that would be censored in its heart, and feeling disgusted all over.

“You have consciously avoided all possible sexual innuendos and leaned towards the relationship between an elder and a junior!”

“The feedback from others to you is also like this. How could he! How could he!!!”

Chu Zu came back to his senses: “I originally thought that the relationship between people could be controlled through adjustment.”

“It would have been enough to just construct a slightly strange view of money for big Zu. There was no need to make it so disgusting…”

The system completely trusted the host's control over interpersonal relationships:

“Then… then it might be because…”

It suddenly stopped, but its anger was still building up.

It was stuck in the little chicken’s throat, making it smoke, neither up nor down.

After hesitating for a long time, it said, “It might be because of your face…”

The little yellow chicken gritted its teeth, “I suddenly feel that we can also be shameless! It doesn't matter!”

Chu Zu shook his head, “There is no reason for any sexual harassment, molestation, or rape, such as sexual innuendo, the victim’s appearance or anything else.”

“The only reason he committed the crime is that he committed the crime.”

“I just didn’t expect that compared to decisively dealing with the big Zu who had reported him and caused trouble, he would actually be more inclined to.”

As he was speaking, he suddenly asked, “The world would supplement itself like this, is the current economic environment particularly bad?”

System: “Yes, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people on the Financial Street.”

“From the prequel to the main story, the economy of the real world has been in a slump. So the larger Meng Yu’an’s funds accumulate on the Financial Street, the happier the readers are.”

“They have even started to arrange for Meng Yu’an how to spend the money when he returns to the real world. He has always been very frugal.”

Chu Zu frowned: “The author didn’t realize that he was writing a…”

His voice came to an abrupt end.

The little yellow chicken didn’t get the rest of the sentence.

At this moment, the host suddenly handed over big Zu to "Catch Me If You Can" and then prophetically held down the system in the sea of consciousness.

Then, under the judgment of "Catch Me If You Can," Big Zu’s actions made the little yellow chicken even more furious.

The little yellow chicken struggled wildly: “What kind of autopilot is this! What kind of autopilot is this!! I’m going to die of anger! I want to complain about the mall props! This is an extremely serious BUG! Damn it! I want the superior to arrest the little chicken who made this prop! No child should do this!!!”

Chu Zu: “If I wasn’t playing big Zu, and it was a normal progression, a child in this situation would either resist fiercely, shout, scream, and cry, and then be impulsively raped, or it would be like now.”

The system still couldn't accept it.

The more it came into contact with the host, and the more it came into contact with all kinds of good people and all kinds of children in various missions, the more it couldn't accept it.

Chu Zu hugged the little yellow chicken and carefully stroked its feathers: “I’ll handle it.”

Although the host had forcibly gone through that plot, and it seemed that he had met Meng Yu’an by a stroke of luck the system was still disgusted.

The host had said that it wasn’t because of his face, but the system couldn’t praise that face now.

When he arrived in front of the investment panel, Chu Zu searched for Zu Qian’s name, and simply bet all the funds he had in the briefcase.

He didn't avoid people when he did this.

After placing the bet, he went downstairs and turned to the second floor of the game area on the other side.

The atmosphere here was very strange.

The noise was still there.

The people who were planning to watch the game were chatting with each other with great enthusiasm.

There were also many people who were clearly in a state of collapse.

Some had collapsed after losing a game, and some had collapsed after betting on the wrong side.

They would shout and scream for a while and then hug each other and cry.

No one was gloating.

Most were indifferent.

When Chu Zu stepped into the crowd, the surroundings were only filled with shouting and crying.

The game area was composed of countless rooms.

Outside the rooms were operable panels.

After entering the game number you wanted to enter, the room would automatically transform into the corresponding game venue.

After confirming that the process was fine, Chu Zu pushed open the door of the room, and a roar immediately exploded in his ears.

This independent room, or rather, independent space, was very large.

In the center was a structure similar to an octagonal fighting ring.

The octagonal ring was also called the octagon.

Its area was about 70 square meters, and it was surrounded by a sturdy metal net, with the top open.

But the ground of this octagon did not have any sponge pads, and the net walls were not covered with any soft materials.

It was already surrounded by a dense crowd of people, who were shouting the names of the two players in a disorderly manner, eagerly waiting for the two people in the octagon to officially start their game.

The heat wave was almost about to overturn the entire venue.

Chu Zu: “Are there so many people betting with me?”

System: “You find a place to stay. There will be more people later!”

The space was large enough to accommodate any number of people.

Standing too far away would be conspicuous.

Chu Zu slowly moved to the back of the crowd and stood still.

Someone next to him recognized him.

Before he could react, Chu Zu raised his hand to his lips: “Shh—”

That person was dazed for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and turned his head away guiltily.

The little yellow chicken wanted to sigh again.

Chu Zu said flatly: “Put big Zu on ‘Catch Me If You Can’. We’ll switch to little Zu and play the game.”

The character switch was very fast.

It was just a blink of an eye, and Chu Zu’s perspective had completely changed.

He had gone from a distant bystander to a participant in the octagon.

The corresponding feelings also changed drastically.

Outside the game venue, one might feel noisy, or be drawn in by the fervor of the betting, and one's blood would boil with it.

But once you were on the field, everything became a huge pressure.

Countless pairs of eyes were staring and observing with a fiery gaze.

Your every subtle expression and action was laid bare in front of everyone.

The audience would analyze you second by second.

Before the game had officially started, they were already assessing whether you could bring them profit, or a loss.

Just now, Chu Zu had glanced at little Zu from afar.

Zu Qian looked exactly the same as his older brother, but no one would mistake them.

The difference in their temperament was too obvious.

Zu Qian was 18 years old.

He was wearing a white hoodie with a denim jacket over it, and loose casual pants with a pair of canvas shoes.

Unlike his older brother, who was impeccably dressed and looked like a refined villain, Zu Qian didn't care about his appearance at all.

His black hair was messy, with a hint of natural curl at the ends.

When he lowered his head slightly, it would cover his eyes, and only the red pupils that peeked through the strands of hair could be vaguely seen.

Basically, only half of his face could be seen clearly, which naturally blurred the features of his appearance.

Chu Zu glanced outside the field and found that he had still underestimated the lethality of that face.

Little Zu’s eyesight was clearly better.

He wasn’t nearsighted.

He could find big Zu at the end of the line even across the crowd.

The people around big Zu were all in a daze, like a virus spreading.

“If you sigh again, I won’t talk to you anymore.”

Chu Zu timely stopped the system.

System: “I was thinking about whether selling my face would affect your work.”

“I can’t sell it.”

Chu Zu said, “The exchange accepts two types of transactions, one is material, and the other is conceptual. The face is material. After I sell it, I will really become a shameless thing.”

System: “Huh? I thought it was more abstract. For example, after you sell it, no one would think you’re good-looking.”

“The thoughts and evaluations that others make because of my appearance do not belong to me and are not within the scope of what can be sold.”

Chu Zu said, “You shouldn’t think the exchange is so simple. It only provides selling and not buying. The so-called market is only for the individual seller.”

“Let’s not talk about this for now. Is the game about to start?”

“Yes, the countdown is about to begin.”

As soon as the system’s voice fell, a suspended display appeared on the octagonal ring, and a ten-minute countdown lit up.

The rules of the game were listed below the constantly decreasing countdown.

“Fist Options”:

Each player chooses a move from “scissors,” “rock,” or “paper” in each three-minute round.

Scissors beats paper, paper beats rock, and rock beats scissors.

“Win/Loss Rules”

Scissors vs. Paper: Scissors wins.

Rock vs. Scissors: Rock wins.

Paper vs. Rock: Paper wins.

If both parties make the same move, the round is a draw and will not be counted as a win for either party.

“Match Procedure”:

The match is a best-of-three.

The player who wins two rounds first wins the entire match.

If one party wins two consecutive rounds, the match ends early.

It was no different from ordinary rock, paper, scissors.

The Japanese person opposite Chu Zu was staring at him like a statue, his mind visibly brainstorming.

He clearly didn’t intend to rely solely on luck.

In theory, the ideal strategy was to make a random move each time to prevent the opponent from predicting your move.

But it was difficult for humans to be truly random when making decisions.

There could be a lot of psychological games involved in a simple game.

The opponent’s habitual patterns, psychological suggestion and the "primacy effect," behavioral analysis after victory and defeat, and preconceived notions and predictive strategies.

If you really wanted to play, you could even use game theory.

The system's solution was: “Let’s be simple and brutal, let’s freeze the frame!”

The flow of time in the sea of consciousness was different from the real world.

In the time it took for one action in the real world, Chu Zu could have a few conversations with the little yellow chicken in the sea of consciousness.

There was no absolute simultaneous move.

As long as the little yellow chicken could capture a frozen frame of the opponent’s move, it was impossible to lose this game.

Chu Zu: “Although I haven’t had time to change little Zu’s setting, I’m determined to make him an impulsive player who listens to his brother’s command. Big Zu doesn’t play by freezing the frame.”

The little yellow chicken puffed out its cheeks, clearly having some reservations about not being able to show off its skills: “Big Zu didn’t command either.”

Chu Zu knew it was talking out of anger, but he was in a better mood than before, so he teased:

“I did command, a long time ago. I’m already working two jobs, just give me a break.”

The moment the countdown reached zero, the system spoke:

“Hey, Meng Yu’an is here too.”

At the same time, Chu Zu didn’t wait for the opponent to move and directly made a "paper."

Takahashi Tomohiko didn't react and was stunned for a moment before he looked up at the rules.

The three-minute countdown for the single round was still going on, and there was no prompt of a violation.

The rules didn’t say that the moves had to be made at the same time.

A huge boo erupted from outside the field.

Takahashi Tomohiko was so disturbed by the noise that his mind was in a mess.

The Financial Street was divided into regions.

Takahashi Tomohiko shouldn't have been in this region in the first place.

But as luck would have it, he had heard the news of the Wall Street crash when he was on a business trip to China.

The leveraged stocks he had bought had been targeted by a short-selling firm on Wall Street, and the action was swift.

The stock price collapsed directly.

There wasn’t even time to add margin to sell quickly.

He was forced to close his position.

The result was that Takahashi Tomohiko had lost his principal, the assets in the closed account were far lower than expected, the assets in the account were not enough to repay all the loans, and on top of that, there was the financing interest cost…

Takahashi Tomohiko was broke and also owed a large sum of money to the brokerage firm.

After receiving an invitation from the Financial Street in a foreign country, Takahashi Tomohiko decided to join without much thought.

He was convinced that he was just unlucky.

In all his years as a retail investor, this had only happened once.

But his luck wouldn't be bad forever.

Takahashi Tomohiko believed in his own judgment.

In his view, the games on the Financial Street were just a side dish.

In essence, they were not much different from stock trading, and the rules were much simpler than the stock market.

It was indeed very smooth at the beginning.

During the period of exploring the rules, he paid a membership fee to the enterprise and got a lot of consultation.

It was very easy to accumulate initial capital.

When he lost for the first time, Takahashi Tomohiko didn't care.

It was just one loss.

There was no reason for him to keep losing.

There was no reason to lose twice.

There was no reason to lose three times.

There was no reason…

This was simply unreasonable!

By the time he came to his senses, he only had the deposit for the game left in his hands.

Why?

Was it because he didn't understand the game?

Or was it because these Chinese people were too cunning?

The gameplay of the Financial Street was clearly not difficult.

Why did he always bet wrong??

Now he didn't even have enough funds to pay the membership fee to the enterprise, and he had no more chances for trial and error.

Even if he lost in this game.

He would go bankrupt on the spot.

In the real world, what did bankruptcy mean?

Before, Takahashi Tomohiko would have said without hesitation that it meant death.

But it wasn't actually like that.

In the real world, a person wouldn't die immediately if they ran out of money, but going bankrupt on the Financial Street was a real death.

The game was rock, paper, scissors, a very famous game of chance.

Takahashi Tomohiko was not sure he could win, but he also didn’t think the chance of losing was 100%.

Because in front of him was a famous madman named Zu Qian.

Under the premise that he had a very famous older brother, Zu Qian’s name could still be remembered by the players.

There was no denying that his face and personality played a large part.

Although he looked messy and lazy now, it was said that when he first came to the Financial Street, his hair was not so long, and there would be an "unexpected situation" in every game.

The lethality of that face was too strong.

This was clearly an unbeatable weapon, but Zu Qian didn’t need it.

On the contrary, he felt that it was a drag that affected his game.

Many times, he would wear a mask.

Later, he grew his hair long to cover half of his face.

What was truly impressive were other things.

This person was a "neurotic knife" in the game.

His performance was extremely unstable and fluctuated greatly.

When things went smoothly, Zu Qian could kill his way through a game of eight or more people, as if he were the only favorite of the goddess of victory.

When things didn’t go smoothly, even if all the advantages were on his side, he could still lose everything.

Whether it went smoothly or not depended entirely on his mood.

Over time, most players would avoid Zu Qian’s games.

No "investor" would like this kind of player, and similarly, no player wanted to encounter this kind of opponent.

Takahashi Tomohiko had encountered him.

Now Zu Qian had one hand in his jacket pocket, standing loosely.

He ignored all the pressure created by the environment.

Most of his hand was hidden in his sleeve, and his five fingers were spread out.

He had made a "paper."

Takahashi Tomohiko looked at him as if he were looking at a madman.

Who plays rock, paper, scissors like this?

Seeing that Zu Qian had not been judged to have violated the rules, Takahashi Tomohiko’s fingers moved.

Just as he raised his hand, Zu Qian stared at him and chuckled.

He closed three of his fingers and "paper" became "scissors."

The electronic screen still didn’t show a violation.

The booing from the surrounding crowd paused for a short while, and then it turned into a jumble of discussions.

A few words reached Takahashi Tomohiko’s ears—

“This little bastard is having a fit again.”

“Didn’t he lose a lot of games in a row? How dare he still be so arrogant?”

“Are you a fucking idiot? Who is his older brother? Does he lack this little bit of deposit?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Who doesn’t know that his older brother only lends him some in an emergency? He usually doesn’t care at all.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Do you think there are so many people here? Mr. Zu has bet five million three hundred thousand on his younger brother.”

Takahashi Tomohiko was completely panicked.

It was one thing for Zu Qian to have a fit, but it was another thing for Zu Qisheng to bet on him winning.

Zu Qisheng had never bet wrong, no matter the size of the funds, not even once!

“Are you not going to make a move?”

Zu Qian’s tone was raised, and he asked slyly, “I’ll give you five seconds. If you don’t, I’ll change again.”

Takahashi Tomohiko: “Wait”

“Five—”

Zu Qian ignored him.

He probably didn't understand, or more likely, he had no intention of listening.

“Four—”

“Three—”

Takahashi Tomohiko didn’t have time to think too much and made a "rock."

But Zu Qian’s movements were too fast.

Takahashi Tomohiko’s hand was still half-closed, and he had already changed his move.

When both hands appeared in the light at the same time.

Zu Qian’s was "rock."

Takahashi Tomohiko’s was "rock."

The crowd, instead of Takahashi Tomohiko, let out countless huge "huhs?".

They couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

If he was trying to cheat, wouldn't it have been better to make a "paper"?

Cold sweat broke out on Takahashi Tomohiko’s forehead, but Zu Qian’s eyes were covered by his hair, so he couldn’t see clearly.

His smile never faded, and there was even a very subtle reaction.

He turned his head slightly and looked at a certain point outside the octagon.

Takahashi Tomohiko followed his direction and easily found the helpless-looking man.

The voices that had been discussing his name before had disappeared.

The black-haired man, who had made the crowd fall silent from a distance, smiled and pointed at the panel on the octagon, then shook his head, as if to indicate that there was no need to pay attention to him.

The three-minute countdown was still going on, with forty-five seconds left.

Something was not right, not right at all!

If Takahashi Tomohiko had been calm enough, he should have been able to find out more.

For example, the rules clearly stated that this was a draw, but the first round was still going on.

He could have thought about it after he came to his senses, but Zu Qian opened his mouth again after he had looked away from his brother.

“I’m not changing. You can change if you want.”

He actually just closed his eyes, his posture even more lazy, as if he were bored and wanted to waste the rest of the time.

Forty-five seconds passed very quickly, especially since the noise from outside the octagon was still constantly interfering.

The lofty talk of noticing the clues in the rules was halfway through when it was covered by the voice saying that Zu Qian had definitely been taught by his brother.

Takahashi Tomohiko’s heart was pounding.

Sweat stuck to his eyelashes.

His vision was a little blurry, but he was staring at Zu Qian’s hand the whole time, not daring to blink.

Should he change?

To what?

His reaction was not as fast as Zu Qian’s.

The other party had already proved this point.

If he changed to "paper," would the other party instantly change to "scissors"?

If he didn't change and kept "rock," would the other party make a "paper" at the last second?

Zu Qian’s neural reflexes were too much of a cheat!!!

Isn't "rock, paper, scissors" a puzzle game?

What has he turned the game into?!

The bell that marked the end of the single round rang in the octagon.

Apart from the bell, the field was dead silent.

Then, a cheer erupted in an instant, swallowing everything like a tidal wave.

Zu Qian slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced up.

His gaze swept over the electronic sign and then moved down to the tense Takahashi Tomohiko.

Zu Qian tilted his head, his smile deepening: “Oh, you didn’t change.”

Takahashi Tomohiko lowered his head blankly.

His fist was clenched tightly.

When he looked up again, the result of the first round was already out.

“Zu Qian VS Takahashi Tomohiko: 1:0”

“You changed?!”

He roared, “You said you wouldn’t change, but you changed!!”

That bit of sound was drowned out by the audience’s wild cheers.

Zu Qian heard it and raised his hand: “Are you blind? Isn’t this ‘rock’?”

After he raised his hand, the hand that was half-hidden in his sleeve was completely revealed.

The blue-purple blood vessels on the inside of Zu Qian’s wrist were obvious, and his fist was clenched carelessly.

“If I say I won’t change, I won’t change. You try saying bad things about my brother in front of my brother again.”

Takahashi Tomohiko’s face was pale.

He still hadn’t realized what was happening, but the countdown for the second round had already begun.

System: “...”

System: “I’m sorry, Host. Although I shouldn’t be disturbing you at this time… um, I don’t understand.”

Chu Zu was not in a hurry to start the second round.

Now he had a rough idea of the rules.

The Japanese friend seemed to be still frantically reviewing his brain, and he had crashed for a while and didn't move. He didn't intend to make a move in advance either.

“Forget the rock, paper, scissors you usually play.”

Chu Zu said, “First, the rules don’t say that the moves must be made at the same time.”

The little yellow chicken nodded.

“In fact, it’s impossible for two people to be truly simultaneous. As long as the neural reflexes are good enough, and it doesn’t say you can’t change your mind, you don’t need a complex strategy. The person who moves later will definitely win.”

The little yellow chicken continued to nod: “This is what I was talking about, frame freezing!”

“Yes.”

Chu Zu said, “But big Zu wouldn’t want a solution with a threshold. If it only works for little Zu, or people with good motor reflexes like little Zu, then this solution is not valuable.”

Little Yellow Chicken: “Oh, right.”

“Of course, there is no universal solution to rock, paper, scissors. The simpler the game, the harder it is for a surefire rule that everyone can use to appear so what’s valuable is the rules themselves.”

Chu Zu said, “Tell me, a rock, paper, scissors game that doesn’t care about the order, and doesn’t care if you change your mind in the middle, in these three minutes, what does it rely on to judge the winner and loser?”

System: “It relies on the win or loss of a certain time.”

But it couldn't be a time that was changed in the middle.

It was constantly being changed, and the time didn't match up.

It was impossible to say clearly.

It could only be the first time, or the last time.

Zu Qian had made a paper the first time, and a rock the last time.

Takahashi Tomohiko had made a rock the first time and had not changed.

So, if the winner was judged based on the first move, Zu Qian would win.

If it was based on the last time, it would be a draw.

The current result was that Zu Qian had won the first round.

System: “So it’s judged based on the first move within the three minutes!”

“Yes.”

Chu Zu nodded.

Because Zu Qian's last move was rock, and he was determined not to change.

If Takahashi Tomohiko were to change, he would only change to paper.

If Takahashi Tomohiko had changed to paper.

Based on the first time, Zu Qian had made a paper, and Takahashi Tomohiko had made a rock, so Zu Qian would win.

Based on the last time, Zu Qian had made a rock, and Takahashi Tomohiko had made a paper, so Takahashi Tomohiko would win.

So, actually, Takahashi Tomohiko had to change.

Only by changing to paper could he, like Zu Qian, each have a fifty percent chance of winning.

The bet was always on the rules.

“He has to change to win, but he doesn’t dare. He knows his reaction is not as fast as mine, and he thinks that a draw is better than me suddenly messing with him.”

Chu Zu said, “Actually, it’s meaningless for him. It doesn’t matter if I lose this round. I’ve figured out the rules.”

“Even if he also figures out the judging criteria, the winner and loser still depend on the reaction speed.”

“And this kind of rule doesn’t just apply to rock, paper, scissors. It should also apply to all games with a similar structure and similar explicit rules. Once the path is opened, big Zu can use it to make a lot of money.”

“More importantly than this”

Chu Zu looked at Takahashi Tomohiko, “He’s had a mental breakdown.”

In a puzzle game, being constrained by a savage who doesn’t rely on his brain but only on his body’s reflexes would be very uncomfortable in the first place.

It would also give people a hint: the opponent’s strength is not in his thinking.

At the end of the game, the opponent’s victory did not rely on playing with that little advantage, but on rules that he himself didn’t understand clearly.

Coupled with the previous hint, it was easy to have the frustration of "he beat me with something he wasn’t good at."

His motor nerves were no match, he had a half-baked understanding of the rules, and the strong sense of frustration brought by the opponent, and it was a clear life-and-death situation.

It would be strange if the Japanese friend didn’t break down.

He didn’t look like the type who could stay calm in the first place.

The system reflexively exclaimed: “You are really very good at figuring out the rules!”

“No.”

Chu Zu maintained the professional ethics that a specialist should have.

“Big Zu is good at it. He taught little Zu. He didn’t teach him the process of thinking. He just had to do what he was told. When little Zu made a ‘paper,’ the whole game was already over.”

System: “...”

System: “Fine, you say so!”

Half of the three minutes of the second round had already passed.

Neither of the two had moved.

The scene was in an uproar, and the curses were endless, urging them not to be dead.

Takahashi Tomohiko made the first move.

But it wasn't a fist.

He took out a reflective thing from his bag, his face ferocious, and rushed straight at Zu Qian.

The area of the octagon was not too big or too small.

It was a fighting venue in the first place.

The distance between the two was not far, and it could be crossed in four or five steps.

The first slash went down.

Zu Qian dodged in time, and a strand of black hair was cut off.

The knife was very sharp.

The sudden change of scene choked the audience, and then they let out an even angrier roar.

“What the hell are you doing? The house wins in a forced-end game! Idiot!”

“I’m really fucking impressed. You’re in front of Zu Qian. The players he’s crippled are more than the population of your hometown. What the hell is this!!”

“Can’t you play in the Financial Street?! You fucking Japanese dog, you’re so unlucky!!!”

Chu Zu didn't have much trouble dodging.

The other party didn’t look like he exercised often, and it was hard for him to even stab someone.

He took the time to ask the system: “Can I bring a controlled knife?”

“Allowed.”

“So the game doesn’t prohibit violent acts?”

System: “It’s not supported, except for games that are battle royale in nature.”

“In a situation where the winner and loser are not judged by life and death, any act that causes the opponent to die is a serious violation. The violating player will have all his assets confiscated and will go bankrupt immediately.”

“Just death? Injury or serious injury doesn’t count?”

“It doesn’t, but serious injury leading to death during the game does. And any violent act outside the rules will be immediately ticketed, depending on the degree of its impact on the game.”

“If I chop off both of his hands, will the ticket be so high that I go bankrupt?”

The system analyzed it based on the current rules and past big data, combined with Zu Qian’s savings.

“It will.”

It said, “The impact on the game is not easy to judge. The main reason is little Zu doesn’t have much savings. It’s just enough for him to fool around for two more games. It’s about time to go and borrow money from his older brother.”

Chu Zu understood.

He was still poor.

“How do you borrow money?”

He asked.

“After physical contact, use the panel to transfer funds face-to-face.”

The system said quickly,

“The exchange will record every loan, monitor the whereabouts of the funds, and the creditor can go to the exchange for arbitration at any time. The punishment is quite high to prevent the possibility of ‘borrowing in name but robbing in reality’ or money laundering.”

“It’s quite complete…”

Chu Zu chuckled, “In that case, big Zu can arbitrate little Zu at any time. What’s the difference between that and selling one’s life.”

“Yes, borrowing money from someone is like giving half of your life away. Funds are more valuable than life on the Financial Street.”

Seeing that time was passing by, Chu Zu no longer bothered to exercise with the Japanese friend who wanted to go for mutual destruction.

“Put little Zu on ‘Catch Me If You Can’, and then open ‘Master Wang’.”

Chu Zu gave the order quickly, “I’m going to use his knife to chop off his ten fingers.”

After giving the order, Chu Zu quickly switched characters and returned to Zu Qisheng’s body.

“Please let me through.”

The man who had been quiet all along suddenly spoke.

His voice was drowned out by the angry crowd.

He sighed and patted the shoulder of the person in the front row.

When that person turned around angrily, he repeated, “Please let me through. Do me a favor.”

Zu Qisheng’s smile was refined and quiet, out of place with the environment.

The bright lights of the electronic sign and the lighting next to it reflected on his glasses.

It only appeared for a short moment, and then disappeared with the change of angle, revealing the slightly curved eyes behind the glasses.

It was very easygoing, reserved, and polite.

This person unconsciously moved his feet.

“Thank you.”

Zu Qisheng’s eyes curved even more, with an unadulterated gratitude that was also at a certain distance.

He repeated this all the way, tirelessly making requests and then thanking them.

But the man seemed to have a strange quality that could calm both the person and the environment.

On the empty path, the angry atmosphere dissipated in the blink of an eye.

When he arrived at the side of the octagon, Zu Qisheng slowly took off the black glove on his left hand and called out softly: “Little Zu.”

In the octagon, Zu Qian’s head immediately turned over.

The dodging action made his bangs scatter, revealing the scarlet eyes that were exactly the same as his brother’s.

Then, Zu Qian stood firm on the spot, adjusted his center of gravity, and rushed towards Zu Qisheng at high speed.

It was just a distance of four or five steps.

He didn’t slow down at all, but just stretched out his hand.

After a loud "thud," Zu Qian’s entire hand was pressed against the iron net, and his fingers were stuck outside.

The iron net continued to vibrate.

Zu Qian was only ten centimeters away from Zu Qisheng.

The impact was too strong.

His finger roots and the web between his thumb and index finger were cut by the iron net, but Zu Qian didn’t care.

Zu Qisheng didn’t care either.

He gently placed his hand on the iron net, his fingertips resting on the back of his younger brother’s fingers.

Zu Qian’s fingers tightened, and he clasped the other’s fingers tightly.

Blood filled the tightly clasped palms.

The bracelet didn’t need to be operated by hand, and there was no “borrow money” option.

If a player who had tried to borrow money knew the method, the bracelet would be bound to their thoughts.

Just like choosing three options, as long as they thought about it, the exchange would recognize it, and the transaction panel would naturally unfold in front of their eyes.

“How much do you need?”

Zu Qisheng asked.

Zu Qian glanced at the person chasing him from behind and shrugged: “I don’t know.”

Zu Qisheng nodded with a smile: “Then I’ll give you all of mine.”

Others couldn't see the specific amount, but as soon as Zu Qisheng's voice fell, Zu Qian immediately turned around.

He was reluctant to let go of the hand outside the iron net, and only twisted half of his body, barely dodging a downward slash at an unusually sharp angle.

Then, Zu Qian’s body sank, and his elbow hit Takahashi Tomohiko’s wrist, which was holding the knife.

The short knife missed, but was firmly caught by Zu Qian.

The next second, he used his knee to pin the unbalanced Japanese friend against the iron net and then pressed his body completely forward.

It looked like a hug from behind.

But this hug was not friendly.

Takahashi Tomohiko was holding on to the iron net with his hands.

Zu Qian, without blinking, went down with two slashes.

A miserable cry that cut through the entire venue silenced all the sounds.

In the silence, Zu Qian casually threw the knife behind him and pressed his open palm on the back of Takahashi Tomohiko’s head.

Zu Qisheng slightly raised his chin and looked at the countdown on the electronic sign.

3…

2…

1…

“Zu Qian VS Takahashi Tomohiko: 2:0”

Zu Qian made a "paper" with his hand on his head.

The man whose fingers had been cut off was judged to be "rock."

Zu Qian had won.

The quiet game venue suddenly changed.

Dazzling electronic fireworks appeared in the air, and celebratory music played.

Zu Qian’s name appeared in the winner’s column.

Below it was the fine he faced.

The number of zeros was dazzling.

Next was the carnival moment for the audience.

These people were hugging like crazy and cheering loudly.

They didn’t care who went bankrupt, or who had eaten a huge fine that was enough to kill countless people.

The game had a result, and they had won the bet.

This was the only important thing on Financial Street.

Zu Qian did not, as he usually did, patiently watch the loser’s defeat, or death.

He only looked at his brother all along and explained: “I wanted to play the game properly according to your request, the fair kind, but he wanted to kill me first.”

Zu Qisheng: “Mhm, I saw it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lent you money.”

“I didn’t expect you to come.”

“I don’t like games.”

“I’ll pay you back…”

“Are you coming home tonight?”

“Yes…”

Zu Qisheng nodded: “Then I’ll wait for you to come out. We’ll go back together after you’ve taken care of your wounds.”

“Okay…”

Zu Qian let go of his hand and casually wiped it on his jacket.

“Little Zu.”

Zu Qisheng called him again.

“What?”

As soon as Zu Qian raised his head, a strange man stood behind Zu Qisheng.

And Zu Qisheng said to him: “You have to take care of your wounds yourself. Just find something to eat. See you at home tonight.”

After a simple instruction, Zu Qisheng looked at the newcomer.

He pushed up his glasses with the hand that was not stained with blood, and still had that smiling, refined look.

“Long time no see, Brother Meng. I didn’t expect you to be here too.”

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