Lv Bai suddenly put away his smile, making the Death Fighters present feel a bit tense.

Although Zhou Lei’s reaction speed was not as quick as Feng Qian’s, he was quite perceptive.

Immediately mimicking Feng Qian, he adopted a respectful and ingratiating posture.

"That’s right, we will definitely meet the demands of the era, promote a righteous atmosphere, bear the historical mission, and demonstrate a sense of responsibility..."

Just like in the cinema, if the audience in front stands up, it forces those behind to stand up as well.

Feng Qian and Zhou Lei took the lead, causing the remaining Death Fighters to lose their composure.

Slogans full of positive energy echoed one after another in the courtyard.

Lv Bai’s face regained its smile.

However, he didn’t say much, just waved his hand, signaling Feng Qian and Zhou Lei to follow him to the backyard.

Those two Death Fighters naturally wouldn’t refuse, following closely behind Lv Bai.

As they walked, Feng Qian continued chanting slogans, his sense of belief remarkably strong in a way.

"...evoking strong resonance, inspiring the passion for struggle."

"Enough."

Lv Bai turned around, interrupting Feng Qian’s chanting, and changed the topic: "Who do you think are the clones in the courtyard?"

His earlier speech was not a sudden outburst but rather a simple screening.

In his view, the two Death Fighters in front of him could probably be excluded from being clones.

After all, clones were unlikely to go to such lengths just to survive.

Feng Qian quickly snapped out of his parrot-like state: "Brother Lv, I was just about to remind you to be careful."

In every Deathmatch, among the two hundred Death Fighters, the ratio between real Death Fighters and clones was generally one to one.

The probability of Lv Bai having recruited so many Death Fighters without a single clone among them was almost zero.

Feng Qian instantly realized what Lv Bai wanted them to do and said with deference: "Brother Lv, rest assured, I will keep an eye on those guys for you."

Zhou Lei hadn’t caught up yet and instinctively chimed in, "Brother Lv, me too."

Lv Bai raised an eyebrow and chuckled, patting Feng Qian on the shoulder.

"You’re quite a talent."

Feng Qian neither refuted nor admitted, simply smiling with his shoulders drawn in.

"Then let’s do it, try to help me find the clones mixed in among us, after all, with clones around, no one is safe."

Realizing Feng Qian is smart, Lv Bai said no more and returned to the front courtyard.

As time passed, food was brought in by dedicated staff.

The nearly thirty people started eating noisily in the courtyard.

During the meal, Captain Mao occasionally glanced at Lv Bai, clearly wanting to say something but hesitated.

He worried that Lv Bai might be misled by sycophants, but since no problems had arisen yet, he wasn’t sure how to advise.

"Master Lv! I toast to you."

A middle-aged man in an orange sanitation worker uniform, seemingly malnourished, boldly raised his glass: "I’ll drink first, you do as you please!"

He downed his drink in one go, too hastily, which caused a flush to creep onto his face: "It’s nothing, I, Liu Guoqiang, admire people like you."

With Captain Mao around, these Death Fighters wouldn’t say things too explicitly; just getting the point across was enough.

Lv Bai popped a peanut into his mouth and nodded with a smile, "You flatter me."

"No, no, I’ve never met someone as magnanimous as you, I originally thought I was done for."

Liu Guoqiang refilled his glass halfway through, "Alas, I’m the dumbest; everything’s about the wine, everything’s about the wine..."

As drinks flowed and dishes passed,

Minister Zhang had someone come and inform them that accommodations had been arranged for Lv Bai’s newly recruited "disciples."

Lv Bai declined the offer from the highest command of the action department.

After dinner dispersed, the more than twenty Death Fighters, under Feng Qian’s arrangements, stayed in this residential compound.

Of course, with so many people, they could only stay in a large shared dormitory.

...

Late at night.

Perhaps due to being unconscious for too long during the day, Lv Bai, though lying on the bed with his eyes closed, was actually quite awake.

Strictly speaking, he didn’t pin his hopes of identifying the clones on Feng Qian and Zhou Lei.

He didn’t even have a strong desire to discern the true identities of the Death Fighters.

According to his usual style, whether you’re a Death Fighter or a clone, he preferred to eliminate them all directly.

The reason for keeping these Death Fighters was that they had pledged allegiance too swiftly, and also to see if they could make it to the second round of the Ability Pool.

A group of powerless Death Fighters posed little threat to him.

His only concern was that the clones among them might seize the opportunity to kill the Death Fighters.

Reflecting on the previous Deathmatch, the clones encountered in prison liked to do such things.

He had already regarded these people as his reserve points, unwilling to let the clones steal any.

What he didn’t expect was...

The clones encountered this time seemed bolder than he’d imagined.

...

Shhh~ shhh~

In the dark room, Lv Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his attention drawn to the corridor outside.

He heard a very faint sound.

It came from the corridor, slowly approaching from a distance.

He couldn’t accurately determine whether it was the sound of shoes scuffing the floor or clothes rustling.

The sound was deliberately controlled to be extraordinarily light.

It was already past four in the morning, at this time, anyone silently appearing outside his room...

Whoever it was, clearly had ill intentions.

Click~ click~

It felt like some kind of thin wire was inserted into the keyhole.

The intruder’s lock-picking skill was quite adept.

Without making any unnecessary noise, after about a dozen seconds, Lv Bai sensed a barely perceptible breeze, indicating the door was gently pushed open.

Lv Bai glanced over, using the dim light from the corridor and the title overhead, barely making out a tall man’s figure.

Wearing a black raincoat, the raincoat’s hood pulled over his head, he likely wore a mask too.

The exposed eyes gleamed with hostility, and he held a twenty-centimeter long iron cone-like tool with his welding gloves.

The opponent, with a clear target, headed straight for Lv Bai’s bed.

Even at such a close distance, he remained silent as if holding his breath.

By an assassin’s standards, both his skills and psychological composure were highly professional.