The fourth squad, Gao Ta, was pressed tightly against the wall.
The fifth squad, Yueliang, seemed to see through the fourth squad's feigned toughness and shook his head, letting out a resigned sigh.
He had said it before—the fourth squad drew an unlucky card. It was bad luck, but they didn't believe in such superstitions.
Well, they believe it now, huh?
Even this kind of low-probability, dramatic twist still managed to hit them dead on.
The fifth squad asked sympathetically, "Fourth squad, do you want to swap identity cards?"
The fourth squad raised his head. "Do you think I even have the chance anymore..."
He felt he was doomed. Just the thought of the retaliation waiting for him made an overwhelming fear envelop him. His body, leaning against the wall, could barely hold itself upright.
And to think he had recklessly let the first squad take the fall!
He had eagerly hoped the first squad would take down the second squad!
He had even publicly accused the first squad...
