"Brother Zheng, what should we do now?"

"Yes, ask Brother Zheng!"

Everyone looked nervous, scratching their heads and throwing their doubts to Zheng Ming, obviously placing their hope of survival on him.

"Tsk, what can he do? Who can guarantee that he can help you pass the customs?"

The sickly young man obviously belonged to the group of people who did not believe in Zheng Ming, and he fanned the flames without hesitation.

Seeing that the topic shifted to himself, Zheng Ming had to speak out to stabilize the situation.

"Everyone calm down first!"

"Everyone has heard the rules of the game, and the conditions for clearance are also very clear. Just find the judge. Don't panic, we will definitely be able to get out."

"The rules are still there," the sick young man continued.

"If you can survive ten nights, you can still pass the level, but there will only be one person left."

"Are we going to kill each other?" asked the old man in the torn jacket.

"What do you think? If there is only one person left, then everyone else is dead." The sickly young man continued to provoke everyone's trust in Zheng Ming.
Chapter completed!