"Are you a man or not? Saying such sentimental words. Don't let others know that you are one of us," Zhang Runan said. Both Wang Zheng and Meng Tian laughed. The Manly Sister still had some fight in her.
After half an hour, Zhang Shan's body had adapted to the strain. He had pretty good physical strength and hence could recover quickly. Yet then again, Wang Zheng had carried him for almost a quarter of a lap.
No one knew who had committed the sabotage and gotten Atos eliminated. Everyone was on alert, but it also took too much energy. If they bumped into another group, they would just keep their distance and pass by quietly.
The three generals had no intention of watching the participants progress through the entire night. This much would do, and they would come back and view the results tomorrow.
Time slowly ticked by, and with Wang Zheng's and Zhang Runan's help, Zhang Shan had completed the seventh lap. It would be dawn soon, and Taros, who was in the lead, had only managed to complete the eighth lap. It was obvious that he had slowed down, as half of his attention was focused on staying alert. No one knew who the saboteur was, but they knew he was ruthless. Each person that the saboteur eliminated would benefit him greatly.
Taros suspected that the saboteur may have been Achilles himself. He might have intentionally sacrificed Atos to let the others stop and check up on them. As long as Achilles disadvantaged the others, no one else would be able to challenge him. He would be able to sweep aside all that stood against him.
Some people suspected Taros, some suspected Lear, and others suspected Achilles. There were some who even suspected Wang Zheng. But no one ever suspected the Fatty.