The room suddenly fell silent.
The sudden death of the clown left everyone stunned, followed by a deep sense of anxiety and tension because, based on past experience, the chances of the contamination disappearing on its own were extremely slim.
So, the clown salesman's death didn't mean the contamination was over; on the contrary, it meant this time it would be even more terrifying.
Another clown salesman walked over to his colleague's corpse, bent over, picked up the revolver from its hand, wiped it with a handkerchief, reloaded a bullet, then handed it over to Pan Junjie's group.
"It's your turn!"
The clown salesman looked indifferent, but everyone knew that if their side didn't agree, it would surely turn hostile in the next second.
"Wu Ze, you lost, go ahead!"
Pan Junjie urged.
Wu Ze was a twenty-eight-year-old young man who entered this circle because of his uncle.
He never thought of becoming Dragon Level, the world's savior; he only sought wealth and prosperity.
