Take Over

[Urban supernatural power + suspenseful imagination + supernatural + hot blood + high intelligence] The collapse is coming. Another place will "collapse" under the city. It has its own rules. Live according to them and die if you go against them. The things inside are haunted. The official venue is closed, capital is open, and the entire network is live broadcast. Those who hold the certificate of "burial level" go down to clear the tunnel, and bet on who will die and who will live. Jiang Chi is a gangster with no license, no team, and his right hand is still disabled. He specializes in filling holes for the gangsters in the half-collapsed black field - he will pay forty-seven for every job that leads to death. No one knew he had a shady skill: finishing. The moment when the style collapsed, when the game collapsed, when the person fell to the point of being hopeless - he could catch that broken string and the broken game. Receive things, receive moves, receive momentum, receive rules, and receive games. The price is: you only pick up one piece at a time, and you can't keep it. Whatever you pick up, you have to use what you have to fill it. Others go there to win, to make money, to become gods. Jiang Chi squatted on the edge of the collapsed stage, wrapped the ratchet rope around his useless right hand, and grinned: "I will not become a god. I will pick up the plates you collapsed, the people you threw away, and the mess no one dared to pick up." Someone has to take over the mess.