บท 82: The Winner Would Be King

Chu Han`s voice was filled with a sense of madness. It sounded like a warrior in his last ditch of battle, throwing the helve of his hatchet before dying. Chu Han`s black eyes tightly focused towards that place. The crescent space looked like a bowl filled with zombies.

Chen Shaoye raised the torch as he then set fire to the last two ropes.

Zzzz...

The fire looked like a dragon as it moved towards the front of the maze. These would be the final explosion. A madness that came from betting everything in a single throw of the dice.

Chu Han stood at the command post, his body as still as a tree. Droplets of sweat covered his entire face. What he would gain if it was successful was another chance at survival ─ if there was an error there would only be death.

So it must be successful!