Zhong Zha had initially spoken those words in a probing manner, but unexpectedly received such a response. He couldn't help but offer a wry smile. After all, the team members attacking him were controlled by Zhang Jie—they were the very people he trusted with his back. Did this Wang Xia think this place was some desert military exercise ground in the Northwest by planting landmines or setting traps? Zhong Zha quickly stated, "I don't need anything else. I need you to fight alongside me, but I don't need your landmine or trap skills—at least, not right now. So, what's the situation with you all?" Wang Xia, however, also gave a bitter smile. "You really know how to play games with people. It's like having gold but not knowing how to eat it. We don't know how to exchange this gold, and we're on American soil without Green Cards or anything to prove our identity. We've been staying under an overpass. If you hadn't contacted us, we would have had to contact you."

Zhong Zha was momentarily stunned. He thought it over carefully and then burst into loud laughter. He figured that even though Wang Xia was a soldier, he certainly couldn't threaten a bar owner with such means. A comfortable life like that would naturally be impossible for them. Moreover, those people were entering the horror film reincarnation for the first time, so they were naturally more bewildered and uneasy. Asking them to quickly figure out a way to solve their money problems was simply too much to ask. Thinking of this, he laughed heartily, "Don't worry. Which overpass are you under? I'll send someone to pick you all up here. Although death might still await, before that happens, you certainly won't go hungry, ha ha!" Wang Xia on the communicator clearly breathed a sigh of relief. After a moment, Zhong Zha also heard cheers from the communicator, indicating they must have been starving.

The rest was easily resolved. Zhong Zha roughly pinpointed the location of the six people from the communicator, and then he instructed the thugs waiting outside the bar to take motorcycles to fetch the six of them.

Four men and two women.

When Zhong Zha finally saw them, all six looked rather disheveled, apart from being covered in dust.

The first thing these people did upon entering the room was grab a bottle of purified water and start gulping it down. After each of them had consumed at least half, they finally had the energy to survey their surroundings.

Zhong Zha looked at them with a mix of amusement and shame. Although these people were newcomers to the Reincarnation Squad, as their leader, he felt somewhat inadequate for having treated them so poorly, which only made him sigh. He then gestured toward the dishes on the table and said, "You must all be hungry. Let's eat something first."

The six were indeed famished. Three of the men disregarded everything and rushed to the dining table, each reaching for the large roasted chicken. The woman in the professional suit let out a soft curse under her breath, but she carefully supported the wide-eyed beauty as they approached the table. Then, while chatting and laughing, she stuffed some food into the wide-eyed beauty's hand before starting to devour her own meal ravenously.

Wang Xia, however, was calmer. He first took a careful look at the room's environment, then stared in astonishment at the arrow wound piercing Zhong Zha’s chest. After a long moment, he finally spoke, "This is a week-old wound, isn't it? Did you receive this damage in the last horror film?" Zhong Zha touched the scabbed scar on his chest and shook his head, "Eat first."

Man cannot live by bread alone, but if one skips a meal, hunger gnaws. Everything else would wait until everyone had eaten their fill.

Wang Xia nodded, making no pretense of politeness. He sat down at the dining table and began to eat and drink heartily, his vigorous movements matching those of the others.

Zhong Zha watched them, momentarily dazed. Before the six arrived, he had already instructed the bar owner to prepare food for ten people. Although it was between three and four in the morning,

it was impossible to buy suitable saw blades. Fortunately, there were fast-food restaurants open all night, so he prioritized quantity over quality, purchasing ten portions of burgers, roasted chicken, cola, and similar items from the fast-food place. Yet, to these six, judging by their expressions as they ate and drank, this spread looked no less magnificent than a gourmet feast.

By the time the six finished eating and drinking, the ten portions of food had been completely consumed. By their appearance, they still seemed only half-full, which inevitably forced a wry smile from Zhong Zha.

"Before I tell you what happened, as is customary, I need to ask everyone's name and your previous profession. Please do not hide anything. I will assign responsibilities based on your situations, or perhaps assign those with lesser capabilities to a slightly safer rear position."

Zhong Zha sat on the sofa, watching the six slowly sipping their tea.

The six exchanged glances. Wang Xia spoke first, "My name is Wang Xia. My profession was a member of a special operations detachment within a certain field army division. My codename is Tan Lang. I specialize in reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, landmine, and trap setting." Zhong Zha gave him a slightly surprised look. He had initially just assumed Wang Xia was a soldier, not expecting him to be such a formidable special forces operative. He had completely misjudged him. If everything Wang Xia claimed was true, then this man was a rare, first-rate powerhouse in the Reincarnation Squad. In terms of strength and ability, he might even be comparable to Zhao Yingkong, who had just entered the squad.

The woman in the professional attire was the most forthright. She stated frankly, "Huang Lilin. I work at a magazine—uh, I was half editor, half freelancer. I'm a painter." The ordinary working-class man said, "Li Laoshi. Everyone calls me Laoshi. You can just call me Laoshi. My profession is a plumber and electrician. I've been doing this for twenty years since I started as an apprentice at fourteen."

The refined man wearing glasses chuckled, "Zheng Xue. Haha, we work in the same field. I'm a lawyer, currently applying to work in Hong Kong."

The pale, thin young man said timidly, "Wang Xiaoxiao. Uh, I haven't worked yet."

This young man's voice sounded slightly stammering, but it might have been due to timidity or simply not speaking for a long time.

Everyone turned their gaze to the wide-eyed woman. She seemed to realize it was her turn, so she offered a slight smile. "Zhu Wen. I am a naturally occurring visual mutation carrier. I'm not blind, but what I see appears distorted, so it's hard to find work. I work as a fortune teller."

The other people showed strange expressions, but this woman seemed perfectly composed. Her demeanor suggested she didn't care what others thought. She took a delicate sip of her clear tea; the graceful movement was captivating. Such a beauty seemed to possess allure even in her slightest gesture.

Zhong Zha was momentarily taken aback, but then he suddenly asked, "When you say fortune-telling, what do you mean? Just discussing people's fates?" Zhu Wen smiled softly, "No. I was hit by a car when I was young, and my optic nerves mutated. Because of this, I can see a type of death energy gathering around people before they die. Or perhaps it’s a personal instinctual premonition. Heh heh, I hear there are quite a few people who have this kind of visual nerve mutation."

Hearing this, Zhong Zha immediately thought of Xiao Honglu, though Xiao Honglu's entire neural system seemed to have mutated somewhat. This woman, however, seemed to only have a visual mutation. But perhaps this ability could still warn against the attacks of the Grim Reaper? After all, wouldn't a premonition surface immediately before one's death? This would be the best defense against Death.

Zhong Zha immediately said, "Open your eyes and look at us. See which of us is most likely facing imminent death."

Zhu Wen hesitated, murmuring, "I... I'm afraid of frightening you all. My eyes are very scary. People who look at them usually have nightmares."

The surrounding people were all momentarily stunned, as the direction of the conversation seemed to be veering into the realm of the unknown and supernatural. The woman in the professional attire reacted fastest. She laughed heartily, "What's there to be afraid of? You're such a beautiful lady, are you afraid of being seen? Hee hee, don't worry, Sister here is very brave!" The others also chimed in, insisting they weren't afraid. The men had already been intrigued by this elegant beauty, and none were willing to admit to cowardice now. Thus, the atmosphere filled with praise.

Zhu Wen sighed and slowly opened her eyes, keeping her head lowered. She then silently scanned the crowd. Everyone present flinched when they saw her eyes because both of them were entirely white, appearing slightly protruding. Combined with her long hair, her originally elegant features now looked rather sinister. If one were to face this girl alone, they might suddenly scream in fright, as the sight was too bizarre.

Zhu Wen looked at everyone with surprise, then carefully surveyed her surroundings. After a long while, she closed her eyes and sighed, "It is very dark. So dark all around. It’s as if we are all immersed in the thick smoke from burning corpses. We could die at any moment. Everyone faces the same danger, as if we could die in the next second. This is the first time I have ever seen such a situation."

Zhong Zha sighed. He knew the situation was serious, but he hadn't expected it to be this dire. Those six people truly were moments away from death; the threat of the Grim Reaper was omnipresent. This Zhu Wen was indeed not lying; she was a special talent with a unique skill.

Just then, the communicator clipped to Zhong Zha's waist suddenly rang. He opened it curiously, and a young man's voice came through, crying out loudly, "Save me! I don't want to die! Save me! Lu Chichuan is already dead, and I don't want to die yet!" The voice cut off there, followed by a sharp hiss.

No, there were still other sounds. A sound like spraying blood seemed to emanate from the communicator, a wet, spraying noise that sounded like the eerie, cackling laughter of a hoarse old man—so ferocious, so terrifying, as if Death itself were sneering through the communicator.