The Pride Game

Chapter 27

They were allowed to go home after voting.

"You will regret this; you will beg to come back to this place! You should be grateful to have been given such a precious opportunity to come here! Why did you become stupid and instead run away and ask to go home!" Those who wished to continue playing the game became very upset that they were outnumbered by voters calling for the curd immediately.

"You hypocrites!" another shouted.

"That's because of you idiots! You think being in this place is safer than the real world, even though we were insulted, but at least we still have a life!" snapped the participants who wanted to go home.

"That's just your excuse; the real reason is that you're too cowardly and shameless, that you're making up the 'at least outside you still have a life' excuse that's just an excuse you guys use to get you home! The real reason is that you're scared!"

"Yes, you shameless cowards!"

"Yes that's correct!"

"We still love our lives!" snapped another.

The replies continued for a while later until the woman with a powerful aura said in a cold and sharp voice. The woman's presence there threatened all the participants who were there. The masked guards looked fierce and deadly, but they didn't give off an overwhelming sense of dread. In contrast, the masked woman in sexy metallic clothes shaped her inviting curves, giving off an intimidating aura throughout the room. Both from her presence, her voice, and the strength of speech that emphasized every sentence, even though the woman said it with a laugh, but no one in the room didn't know that the warm laughter that the woman gave off was just a cover that made her look even colder and colder. Able to tear the hearts of the participants.

"You are welcome to return to your respective homes," said the woman, who was then greeted with silence by the participants. Everyone was amazed by the answer from the demonic woman.

They all looked forward. This is all a disaster for those who want to go home; they want money. Who out there can afford to give them money apart from this game? Only those losers will not want to play this game anymore.

The atmosphere was still silent when the woman resumed her sentence, "The game will reopen if you want it. As I explained earlier, the pick-up method is still the same. You have to use your analytical skills to find out the location where you will be picked up," the woman explained. A smile appeared on his face as if the method he used in the first way of finding the pick-up location wasn't a dangerous one.

One of the participants raised his hand. He asked, "Your way of telling the pick-up location is dangerous. Can't you tell us where we should stand and wait for your arrival? Three of my friends died while looking for the location because the three of them weren't on time when they had to be at the pick-up location. ." The young man was silent for a moment, which made Abdul gasp. His friend also died while looking for a pick-up location. He was shot in the head, and in just a few moments, he died on the spot. Abdul's beating heart was intense; he remembered when his friend Jin's blood lay on the ground. Abdul gaped, emotion and anger mixed in his heart. His eyes stared intently at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe it when Jin died.

"Yes, that's true. Our friend died too," said another.

Abdul couldn't stand it; he finally opened his voice, "Please, we really want to win this match, and we will also use every hint we have." Abdul stops and thinks that this is all because of Samuel; they can come to this place. Samuel found it and Abdul immediately thought that Samuel's analytical power was above average. Abdul wanted to continue, "What about the former CDA detectives who are not very analytical," but he backed off and changed it to, "Please provide detailed instructions."

Let everyone know that Abdul wants to join this event.

Then everyone was sent home.

This is where Alena is. In front of her door. The house looked gloomy and seemed uninhabited.

"Father ... Father ..." Alena kept calling out to whoever was in the house. Then she had a bad feeling about the place. "Is anybody home?" After her mother died, Alena lived only with her evil and drunken father.

Their family was destroyed because her father, initially warm and caring, turned violent and liked to beat. After being dishonorably expelled by the CDA, her father became a hot-tempered man. He looks so vengeful with everyone who insults him.

When he found out that the CDA expelled Alena, her father could not stand it; he beat Alena in such a way. Beat and kick her.

"So this is what you say getting a job at CDA, to restore the family's good name! Are you not mistaken! You just made others think that this family raised you to be a lowly woman who was paid for one night's pleasure! What is the purpose of this?" you!" Fresh blood came out of Alena's mouth. She was curled up on the floor, clutching her stomach.

"Nothing happened last night! That old bastard made me feel like that!"

Hearing Alena's rebuttal, her father became even angrier.

"Nothing happened, you say! Are you saying that apart from us being poor, we are also blind! Are you that great to think we are your parents like that! Where was your brain when you decided to be a cheap woman!" Her father's voice echoed in anger. Every breath she took was followed by a kick, which made Alena weak. Her mother standing next to Alena tried to stop her husband from kicking their daughter again, but her father had changed, no longer a warm man but a violent drunkard who only felt his world had fallen apart. Frustration and depression over the atrocities of the CDA for which he was so humiliated.

His wife was kicked while begging for mercy for Alena.

"Shut up, you damn woman!" snapped her husband and made his wife immediately fall to the ground, with blood gushing out of the corner of her mouth.

"Mother!" shouted Alena, who was already suffering from pain; although the wounds on her body still hurt so much, she didn't want to see her father oppress her mother. "Stop it, Dad. Stop it," Alena pleaded, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice was hoarse.