Don’t Play Games at Evil Spirit High-Chapter 43 : Open Strife

Chapter 43: Open Strife
Force had always been the most direct way to resolve disputes.
And right now, Lu Feng, holding a revolver in his hand, was clearly the one who possessed that force.
“Let go of them. Now!”
With Lu Feng’s low shout, those who had attacked them suddenly noticed the revolver in his hand.
Their faces instantly turned pale, and they hurriedly released Lin You and Zhang Tong.
Regaining his freedom, Zhang Tong wiped away the blood from his nose and immediately dragged the unconscious Lin You to Lu Feng’s side.
At the same time, Lu Feng slipped off his coat with one hand and draped it over Luo Yuqi, shielding her behind him.
Coldly sweeping his gaze over the crowd before him, Lu Feng counted the number of people who had attacked them—eleven in total.
That meant, out of the remaining fifteen, only four had not joined in.
“So, what exactly is your reason for suspecting us of being Evil Spirit Followers?”
Lu Feng raised the gun, suppressing the fury burning in his chest, and asked expressionlessly.
At his question, everyone’s gaze immediately shifted toward Zhang Yifeng, and Lu Feng instantly understood who the instigator of this whole incident was.
“Looks like you’re the only one who can answer me… Zhang Yifeng?”
Lu Feng’s piercing gaze made Zhang Yifeng’s pudgy face tremble violently.
“I… I…”
“Xiao Feng!”
At that moment, a girl’s voice rang out from the side.
Lu Feng turned and saw Yu Mo and Liuli, both covered in dust.
Seeing that the two of them were unharmed, he couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief.
They rushed to his side, and upon seeing the unconscious Lin You, the bruised and swollen Zhang Tong, and the Luo Yuqi whose clothes had been torn, their faces turned grim.
“What happened? What’s going on?”
Faced with the girl’s question, Lu Feng could only shake his head, his eyes never leaving Zhang Yifeng.
“Come on then, give us a proper explanation, will you?”
…
The scene finally calmed down, but the tension—so thick it felt as though it might explode at any moment—showed no sign of easing.
Everyone moved to the lounge on the second floor.
At this moment, all twenty-one remaining people had gathered there.
Once they had taken their seats, the group of twenty-one was neatly divided into two sides—
On one side sat Lu Feng’s group of five, along with Luo Yuqi, wrapped in Lu Feng’s coat, her expression filled with unease and fear.
On the other side sat the remaining fifteen.
Lin You had already regained consciousness.
Holding a towel against the wound on his head that still seeped blood, his face was pale and grim.
The revolver lay at Lu Feng’s side, the safety off, the trigger always ready to fire.
Yet for some reason, his own face had also gone pale, and faint beads of sweat were visible on his forehead.
Yu Mo immediately noticed something was wrong with him.
Her gaze dropped lower, and she saw his right wrist, swollen red, hidden beneath the table.
This was Lu Feng’s first time handling a real gun—he was a complete novice.
For someone inexperienced, a revolver, a weapon of tremendous power but with recoil proportional to that power, could easily cause injury if fired without guidance.
In some cases, the recoil could even snap a wrist outright.
If not for Lu Feng’s slight prior knowledge, it might not have been just a sprain.
Even so, his right wrist was already badly swollen.
Though he showed no outward signs, the faint crease between his brows betrayed his pain.
“Xiao Feng…”
Yu Mo gently rested her hand on his injured wrist, her eyes full of concern.
But he only shook his head slightly, signaling that he was fine.
“Now then, tell me—why did you attack us today?”
After a long silence, Lu Feng finally broke it, his face cold.
After some stammering and hesitation, Zhang Yifeng reluctantly explained the supposed reasons.
When he finished, Lu Feng laughed in fury, the fire in his chest blazing to its peak.
“So… based on nothing but these baseless guesses, you decided on your own to label us Evil Spirit Followers?”
“…”
The fat man before him kept his head down in silence—not out of conviction, but out of fear of the gun in Lu Feng’s hand.
Zhang Yifeng’s entire explanation had no basis whatsoever—it was nothing more than his own groundless speculation.
Apart from Luo Yuqi being somewhat suspicious, the rest of Lu Feng’s group were accused without any reason at all.
What chilled Lu Feng the most was not Zhang Yifeng’s idiocy, but the fact that so many others had gone along with his absurd suspicions.
If not for his unexpected acquisition of the revolver, they might already have been…
Though Lu Feng understood that in the depths of despair, people would grasp at any straw, when it happened to him directly, he felt only fury and grief.
At that moment, he knew that he and those before him had no connection anymore.
If any remained, it was only that they were all human.
It was no exaggeration to say that right then, he truly had the impulse to pull the trigger and put a bullet into the annoying fat man before him.
But reason forced him to remain calm.
He had to do something—otherwise, they wouldn’t need to wait for the Evil Spirit to strike.
This game would collapse on its own.
Lu Feng took deep breaths, working to steady the rage in his heart.
His thoughts gradually cleared.
He stood and walked over to Luo Yuqi.
From the inside pocket of his coat draped over her, he pulled out Mary Shaw’s notebook.
Then he tossed the hard-won diary onto the long table before them.
“Next, I’ll tell you everything we’ve discovered since the start of the game. But there’s one thing you should all understand first…”
He paused, his gaze at the others full of cold mockery.
“I don’t know who the Evil Spirit Followers are. But without a doubt, those five are among these twenty-one of us. So once I tell you everything I know, the Evil Spirit Followers will also know everything. You do realize what that means, don’t you?”
To reveal one’s cards was to lose the entire game.
The Evil Spirit Followers still had two crucial rules unknown to them.
If the few cards in his hand were exposed as well, then the game would be nothing short of a dead end.
But Lu Feng had no choice.
He had to prove that his group was not aligned with the Evil Spirit Followers.
Otherwise, the others’ hostility would crush even their final chance at survival.
This was the very situation he had been desperate to avoid.
Yet things had still come to this point—all thanks to Zhang Yifeng.
The thought reignited Lu Feng’s anger.
It only took one brainless idiot to lead desperate people to ruin.
Hearing Lu Feng’s words, silence fell over the other side.
Everyone lowered their heads, deep in thought, unable to reach a decision.
“Maybe… maybe we shouldn’t say it. If the Evil Spirit Followers learn everything, then wouldn’t we be—”
“Say it! Why shouldn’t we? Even if Lu Feng isn’t one of them, can you guarantee that the others on his side aren’t?”
“That’s right! Things have already gone this far, what’s left to hide?”
“And what difference would it make? If you couldn’t discover these clues on your own, do you think hearing it from someone else will suddenly help?”
The lounge grew noisy, disputes breaking out as opinions clashed.
“How about this then…”
Just then, Lu Feng suddenly spoke.
“Why don’t we put it to a vote?”
A hidden light flickered in his eyes.