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"I am truly African, I was born and raised in Eiduste."

"?"

Everyone looked confused.

Apparently no one there had heard of this place.

The world knows so little about Africa that even Yunmeng's real-time translator failed to translate the name.

Eika was furious: "You're talking nonsense! You're obviously from Florida!"

“I’m really African,” the black man argued. “My name back home is Uvuvwevwevwe Onyetenyevwe Ugwemubwem Osas.”

"???" Eika was stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but the players who were watching their infighting were also shocked.

At first, everyone thought that this black guy was just following the trend and trying to cut off the American players. After all, looking at the current situation, after Eika is eliminated, all the American players will be cleared out one by one.

If you want to survive, you have to cut it as soon as possible.

But he could pronounce an absurdly long name so fluently, with various breathing and whistle syllables, almost like a tongue twister, and his persuasiveness immediately increased!

Even though no one could understand the name at all, Yunmeng's translation system only gave a string of letters with similar pronunciations.

Many people didn't even hear anything else clearly except "Wow wow wow wow wow, oh sass".

Eika refused to give up: "I don't believe it! You made it up! If you dare, repeat it again!"

The old black man sighed helplessly, and then repeated expressionlessly: "Uvuvwevwevwe Onyetenyevwe Ugwemubwem Osas."

He repeated the name accurately, even the tone and rhythm were exactly the same as last time, which greatly increased the credibility of his words!

Even Eika was unable to refute.

——He still didn't want to believe this outrageous name, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

But soon, he won't have to worry anymore.

As the red light flashed, a strong electric current passed through his body, sending him to death.

Before he died, he left only one word as his last words:

"FUCK!!"

"OK! Let's continue!" Ayi glanced at Eika's body and continued to play the rhythm calmly.

He has successfully reached the C position in this game.

Next, things developed exactly as Qiye predicted, turning into an alternative werewolf killing game——

Other players voted out the American players one after another, while the American players got inspiration from the black brother and tried every means to prove that they were not American.

If there are only Asian players and American players on the scene, then this matter will be really difficult to handle.

After all, Asians look the same to Westerners, and Westerners look the same to Asians.

But Asians themselves can make reasonable guesses about each other's nationality through some appearance details and accent habits.

The same goes for Westerners.

Therefore, this big debate about "concealing identity", "exposing identity", "presenting evidence" and "on-site cross-examination" has become very fierce.

In particular, there was only a three-minute interval between each vote, which greatly enhanced the intensity of the debate.

It also makes the voting results very ambiguous - the conclusions are not always correct and can easily change based on impulse and changes in perceptions of a person.

In this highly emotional "democratic" voting, first Eika and his fans were the first to vote and were electrocuted, followed by the white guy whose clothes had elements of America.

In the middle, because a few black brothers accidentally exposed their identities, all black people began to be affected.

The black man tried to fight back: "You are racist!"

After hearing this, the European players hesitated.

But Russian players said: "We don't want this here!"

Ah Yi was even more confident: "Are you talking about racial discrimination with us Asians??!"

Middle Eastern player: "Infidel!"

A Yi was stunned for a moment and glanced at the Middle Eastern player cryptically.

Qiye also lamented in his heart:

Following nationality antagonism and racial discrimination, will religion also be involved?

Will nothing really happen if this continues?

American players and black players were voted out.

Even the impressive "Wow wow wow wow... Oh Sass" was voted out unwillingly.

Next is the one who calls others infidels.

Then there are those wearing turbans.

Next is the third brother.

And then there are the European countries...

…

Ah Yi has always been at the forefront of the debate.

Qiye is very inconspicuously hidden in the crowd.

But he never missed a vote.

He has been paying attention to the ratio of the number of people with various labels in the field, and occasionally inserts a sentence or two to slightly guide the direction of the discussion.

But he would never say more, no matter whether his opinions were recognized or refuted, he would never say more.

In fact, what he wants is not to guide the overall "wind direction", but just to show a sense of participation.

Otherwise, in the final stage, you may suffer a big loss if you have no sense of presence.

Everyone was familiar with the process, so everything went very quickly.

Daxia players did not need to communicate in advance, but reached a tacit agreement, using the simplest and crudest vertical and horizontal techniques - even those who did not think clearly, subconsciously cooperated with this tactic to eliminate opponents from other countries one by one.

In the end, only Daxia players were left on the field.

In total, there are 18 people left.

This is not enough to gain a decisive advantage in a game of 100 people.

But after some chaotic bickering and intrigue, Daxia players were stunned to clear out all their opponents.

But now, I’m a little confused——

"What's next?"

gender? North and south? Or a province?

Several fans looked at A Yi.

Others also looked at A Yi, who had been active on the front line.

But a drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down A Yi's forehead.

When it comes to foreign wars, it doesn't matter how messed up he is. Anyway, his base is still in Daxia, and the game mechanism requires players to criticize each other, so he doesn't have any pressure.

But if it were all our own...

How dare he take the lead in doing this?

It will kill people!

But at this moment, a change suddenly occurred——

"Dang!"

An arrow pointing to A Yi turned red without warning.

When everyone looked at A Yi, everyone's arrows naturally pointed at him, but without voting, the arrows were colorless.

Now it suddenly turns red, which means that the old man voted for him.

"?"

A Yi looked at the old man who said he was his fan from the beginning.

But the next moment——

"Thum!" "Thum!" "Thum!"...

The arrows pointing to A Yi turned red one after another.

In just a few seconds, Ah Yi was unanimously voted as the next unlucky guy.

"???"

A Yi was shocked: "You are trying to kill the donkey! This is immoral!"

The fan brother immediately responded skillfully: "I have no morals!!"

"What the hell..." A Yi was speechless and choked.

After a moment, a red light flashed, and his body with electric sparks fell heavily to the ground.

Before he died, the laughter of a group of people could still be heard in his ears.