Shen Mo didn't pay any attention to her, instead, he looked at the youngest, Pan Xiaoxin, and asked, "Are you scared?"
Pan Xiaoxin's youthful face was taut.
He was young and had never entered a game alone. To say he wasn't scared would certainly be false, but he still shook his head vigorously, trying to analyze the situation as rationally as possible:
"If we don't snatch the sword, Sister Weiwei will die! As long as the game type isn't combat, even if it's just me... I'll do my best!"
"I ain't scared either!" Tan Xiao paused, his voice three parts weaker, "As long as it's not a battle of wits..."
Shen Mo felt slightly reassured. Indeed, victory or defeat didn't depend on the number of participants, but whether the game type was advantageous for their side.
He looked up at the Inspector, "What types are those six remaining games you mentioned?"
