The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 226: Results of Round 13 (2)

At that moment—

Creak—

The door to the cabin opened, and the person they had been talking about walked in.

It was none other than John Delgado.

“You bastard!”

“Hey, hey! Calm down. Let’s not jump to conclusions.”

As Yang Chiwen grew agitated, the Spaniard quickly tried to calm him down, while John Delgado entered and took his seat without a care.

“Look at that bastard’s laid-back expression. It pisses me off.”

“Why are you so angry?”

John asked, as if unaware of the reason, leaving Yang Chiwen speechless.

His face turned red with anger, ready to explode at any moment.

Before the situation could worsen, the Spaniard quickly intervened.

“John Delgado, why did you do that in Round 13?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember? You promised to meet us in the otherworld to track down Jeffy. You’re the only one who knows what Jeffy looks like.”

“Ah, that.”

“Why didn’t you show up at the meeting point? You said we’d meet at the closest spot visible to the angel…”

“I’m sorry. I forgot.”

“…Forgot?”

The reason was so absurd that the Spaniard sighed.

Yang Chiwen, on the other hand, completely lost it and shouted.

“How the hell do you forget something like that? You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to screw us over, you bastard!”

“Wow, listen to this thug’s foul mouth.”

“What did you say, bastard?!”

“Stop! Stop! We didn’t come here to fight, remember?”

Thanks to the intervention of the Spaniard and Dark Soul, nothing serious happened, but the tension between Yang Chiwen and John was palpable, their glares filled with hostility.

“People can forget things sometimes, right?”

“Forget? My ass! That bastard is lying. He did it on purpose to screw us over!”

“Alright, alright. Today’s not the end of the world, is it? We’ll meet again in Round 14 and continue tracking Jeffy. John, you won’t forget this time, will you?”

John Delgado nodded.

“Let’s proceed with the hunt for Jeffy in Round 14.”

“Ugh, we could’ve finished it in Round 13…”

As Yang Chiwen grumbled under his breath, the Spaniard rose from his seat.

“Alright, the mood is terrible, so let’s end the meeting here. John, I’m sorry you just got here, but we’ll have to wrap up quickly. Let’s head down for now.”

“Looks like I made the trip for nothing.”

As John moved to leave, the Spaniard called out to him quickly.

“Oh, wait! I almost forgot. There’s something we need to wrap up. Please go ahead without us. We’ll follow shortly. See you next time.”

Without saying a word, John stepped outside.

It was only after John had gone far enough to be out of the range of their perception skills that the Spaniard spoke again.

“As you’ve probably guessed, I deliberately sent John away. There’s something urgent we need to discuss.”

“What is it?”

The Spaniard revealed his true thoughts.

“I suspect that John Delgado is working with Black Scythe.”

“Working with him?”

“Honestly, the mission wasn’t that complicated. His excuse of forgetting doesn’t make any sense unless he’s suffering from amnesia.”

“That’s true. His explanation was pretty ridiculous.”

“That’s why I’m suspicious. It’s possible that Jeffy, Black Scythe, and John Delgado are all working together.”

Bang!

Yang Chiwen slammed the table in fury, his face burning with anger.

“Damn it, I knew it. He’s a traitor.”

“I don’t think he betrayed us by choice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Have you forgotten? Black Scythe has the power of domination.”

“Ah…”

“John probably tried to confront Black Scythe in Round 12, but things went wrong, and now he’s being controlled.”

Both Yang Chiwen and Dark Soul nodded, realizing that the explanation made sense.

“Oh, crap. Doesn’t that mean we’re in danger? Black Scythe probably knows everything by now.”

“Yes, I’m sure John has revealed a lot.”

All three men looked grim, realizing that their information had likely been leaked.

“What do we do? Shouldn’t we split up before it’s too late?”

“Do you really think splitting up will help? That bastard John knows all our faces. He’ll probably act like a GPS, leading Black Scythe straight to each of us.”

“So, basically, we’re as good as dead, huh?”

Dark Soul trembled in fear, but the Spaniard remained calm.

“There’s one way we can survive.”

“Don’t tell me it’s by bowing down to Black Scythe. I’d rather die. I have my pride.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what?”

Both Yang Chiwen and Dark Soul focused on the Spaniard’s next words.

“We strike first.”

“Are you insane? What could the three of us possibly do against him?”

“That’s suicide! You know how powerful Black Scythe is!”

“Dark Soul, you used to be so confident in your sniping skills. What happened?”

Dark Soul flinched, feeling called out.

“Well, yeah, I’m still confident. No matter how strong Black Scythe is, he’ll die if I blow his head off. But that’s only if he steps into my line of fire…”

“That’s it. We lure him into your sniper range. Of course, the bait will be me and Yang Chiwen.”

“What? You want me to be the bait?”

“There’s no other way. If we can’t avoid it, we have to face him head-on.”

The Spaniard’s words were persuasive.

If they sat around doing nothing, Black Scythe could ambush them at any moment.

“When cornered, even a rat will bite the cat. Our only choice is to strike first.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“First, we’ll contact John and tell him we want to meet Black Scythe. We’ll pretend we want to reconcile and suggest a meeting. We’ll choose the location, and when Black Scythe shows up…”

“We blow his head off?”

Dark Soul’s words made the Spaniard nod in agreement.

“Yes. We’ll draw his attention while you take the shot.”

“But two people won’t be enough. Can we get another to help?”

“Of course. Yang Chiwen, do you have anyone who can help?”

“There’s a guy called Jang Sowoo, a second-ranking player in the Black Society under me. He should be useful.”

“Great. The three of us will act as the bait, and Dark Soul will handle the sniping. Confident?”

“As long as you keep him distracted, I can blow his head off.”

Dark Soul’s lost confidence returned.

Hitting a moving target was difficult, but if they could keep Black Scythe in the sniper’s range, it would be a different story.

“Are you sure about this? You can really kill Black Scythe?”

“Yang Chiwen, don’t worry. Black Scythe is still human. He’ll die just like anyone else.”

“‘Just like anyone else’? You sure? Because if you fail, we’re all dead.”

“I won’t fail. Just make sure you keep him in my line of sight. I’m planning on becoming the zone representative after this.”

Dark Soul’s confidence was unmistakable. Whether killing Black Scythe would actually make him the representative or not was uncertain, but his skill with the sniper rifle was undeniable.

“What about John Delgado?”

“We’ll deal with him later. Once Black Scythe is dead, John will be easy to handle.”

“Alright.”

“Good. Let’s get to work.”

The three apostles shared wicked smiles as they finalized their plan.

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