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Andriya Norman was stupefied.

The content of the task was completely different from what had been previously agreed upon.

Wasn’t it agreed that she would just find an opportunity to transmit the location and then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything else?

How could they go back on their word like this!

Andriya’s chest rose and fell rapidly, she was utterly infuriated and conveyed her attitude through a secret language.

She didn’t want to personally lead people to kill Link Grande.

If she could really kill him, that would be one thing.

But if she were to be killed in retaliation or have him escape, that would be a complete disaster.

In this world, being killed once merely meant being eliminated from the Grand Competition, nothing more severe than that would occur.

The problem would arise after the two-district Grand Competition ended.

Andriya had heard many rumors about Link Grande’s fierce nature and enduring grudges.

Basically, anyone in conflict with him would end up dead.

After expressing her attitude, Andriya anxiously waited for a response.

But after a while, when she received a response, she was even more dumbfounded.

“Do as told! Or else, you will be killed too!”

Tracey Lucia didn’t hesitate at all. She didn’t even bother to manipulate based on the threat of exposing Andriya as an informant. She simply delivered a naked threat on her life.

The icy intention to kill, transmitted through the secret language, reached Andriya Norman accurately.”

She felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. The chill went straight to her bone marrow.

Her heart felt as if it was suddenly clenched, an indescribable feeling of panic ensued.

The image of the once high-ranking “New Blood Mutual Aid Association” president, Antoine Hilton, lying on the stage like a dead dog, mutilated, unattended for a long time, flashed across her mind.

The panic intensified.

Cold sweat trickled down Andriya’s forehead.

She knew that they carried a kind of alchemical product that could kill people within the arena.

Moreover, those people weren’t joking. They would really kill her if she didn’t follow orders.

“Don’t blame me, I was forced!”

Muttering to himself, Andriya gritted her teeth, determined, stood up, lifted the tent flap, and walked out.

Faced with life-and-death choices, she chose to sacrifice others to save herself.

“Collen.”

Andriya touched Dalton Cohen’s tent and called him softly.

“You haven’t rest yet, Andriya. What do you need?”

Dalton poked his head out, but his face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression.

“Let’s leave Bailey and Balves now and go find your boss.”

Andriya deliberately lowered her voice, apparently not wanting Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves, who were some distance away from the tent, to hear it, “They’re inferior; they don’t even knowhow to arrange a night watch. We’d be much better off following your boss than staying with them.”

“Are you sure?”

Upon hearing this, Dalton lowered his head as if seriously considering the feasibility of the proposal.

After pondering for a while, he looked up and asked with an indifferent tone, “Unity, mutual aid. You believed in this before, do you want to give up this principle now?”

Andriya, who was calculating how to convince Dalton subtly, failed to notice this unusual detail.

She explained, “I didn’t give up. I can’t unite with Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves anymore, so why should I keep forcing it? They were the ones who changed their hearts first. They were the ones who didn’t obey the rules of the association, not me.”

“Okay.”

Dalton easily accepted Andriya’s explanation and began to consider practical issues, “What about the tents?”

Dismantling the tents would undoubtedly cause a commotion.

They might have already attracted the attention of Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves by talking.

“Ignore them. Let’s do our own thing.”

At this point, where could Andriya care so much? If it weren’t for not wanting to appear too eager, she wouldn’t bother with the tent at all.

Is the tent more important than her life?

Dalton stepped out of the tent at this point, carefully packing up the tent.

In no time, two tents were dismantled and packed into their bags.

No matter how quietly they did it, they still made some noises. It was impossible that Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves didn’t hear it.

Yet, the two stayed in their tents throughout the whole process, without coming out to check or ask questions.

Dalton was somewhat puzzled and wanted to check if something had happened to them.

“Let’s go quickly, before they come out, to avoid trouble.”

Andriya urged him at this moment, and Dalton, after pondering for a moment, gave up on the idea of checking on the status of Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves.

At this point of the development, whether or not Lutz Bailey and Bahmir Balves had come out had become insignificant and not worth much attention.

They left in this manner, taking advantage of the pure “moonlight” to illuminate their way towards Link.

“The informants have made their move.”

Through their surveillance magic tools, the members of “Pure Blood Will” continuously monitored the movements of Dalton Collen and Andriya Norman. Once they saw them leaving, they immediately reported it.

“Send out all the surveillance magic tools for careful reconnaissance to prevent deceit.”

Tracey Lucia’s brows slightly furrowed, she had an inkling that something was amiss, so she gave orders with caution.

“Understood.”

The two “Pure Blood Will” members in charge of the surveillance tools promptly started to work.

There were three flying sphere surveillance magic tools and two bionic eagles circling the sky, incorporating a vast area centered on them, spanning ten kilometers, into their surveillance range.

The whereabouts of Dalton Collen and Andriya Norman were tracked and broadcasted live.