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Chapter 228 She’s a Monster

Seeing the updated gold counts for each team, the livestream audience believed they could see the winning

team from a mile away.

Peale

“Where are the people hyping up Olivia now? They heller pinch themselves. Winning with twelve gold

Hilarious. Look at Franklin with nearly 200 gold. Feeling nervous yet?”

“Louis team wasn’t experienced enough, which was the only reason Olivia got first place in the first episode. Did

she really think she was invincible?”

“With such a huge lead, the other teams have no chance of catching up. Franklin's got this in the bag.

“Now this is what true skill looks like!”

Holding a map of the arena, Franklin headed toward the last gold spot. Joycelyn didn’t have any gold, so her

being captured didn’t matter to him. He was confident that the gold he held would be enough to crush the other

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two teams.

Just as Franklin avoided an NPC and arrived at the final gold spot, he stepped onto a pile of dead leaves beneath

a large tree at the entrance. The moment his foot sank into the leaves, a hidden bundle of ropes Hooped around

his leg. In an instant, it yanked him up, leaving him dangling upside down from a tall tree branch! “What the?”

The moment Franklin was up into the air, he was shocked. The production team never mentioned setting up any

traps!

The audience watching him was equally shocked.

As everyone wondered if the production team was introducing another twist, Olivia and Alexander stepped out

from behind the tree.

The moment Franklin saw Olivia, a sense of dread overchim. “Olivia? Did you set this trap?”

With her hands behind her back, Olivia tilted her head up to look at Franklin hanging in the air. “How's the air up

there? Is it refreshing enough to clear your mind?”

Gritting his teeth, Franklin glared at Olivia. He wondered if this was a set-up by the production team. “What's the

meaning of this, Olivia? How did you know I'd chere?”

Olivia explained, “This is the last gold spot. You were bound to chere eventually. All | had to do was

wait.

“Don’t tellyou plan to steal my gold! Don’t forget the rules don’t allow you to steal from me.”

Franklin was horrified. For goodness’s sake! What did this woman have against him? Setting traps in a variety

show? She’s a monster!

“Don’t get so worked up. Of course, | know the rules. Why would I steal your gold and spoil the fun for you

guys?” Olivia spoke with a sweet smile, though her tone spelled deep trouble for Franklin.

Franklin sighed in relief, though his gaze toward Olivia remained hostile.

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Chapter 225 She’s a Monster

gold, and I'll still win when the results are finalized tomorrow.”

Looking at Franklin's disgruntled face, Olivia's smile grew even wider.

(a) in fearle

“If I'm not mistaken, if both members of a team are captured, all the gold and magic tools they've collected are

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reset to zero, right?”

Hearing this, discomfort suddenly welled up in Frankl. “What are you planning to do?”

Olivia blinked innocently. “Why, save you, of course.”

Franklin was baffled. Could she really be that kind?

Olivia looked around, finding no trace of NPGs nearby Don’t worry, I'll call someone over to get you down right

now.”

Alarm bells blared in Franklin's mind. Call someone? Besides NPCs, who else could she possibly call over here?

The next second, Olivia took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Ahh! Help me! I'm trapped!

Someone save me! | can’t move!”

The NPCs, all too familiar with Olivia's voice, perked up immediately. Hearing that Olivia was in trouble. the NPCs

suddenly felt they had a chance again! They howled and rushed toward the source of the sound

in droves!

Franklin wished he could swear on live TV.

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