Li Ang thought for a moment. "What does the rulebook say? Is there a restriction against forming teams?"
"It doesn't say."
Sunset Gold Smelter spread his hands. "Besides, this won't stop those who are determined. After all, this rulebook is quite brief. Players willing to cooperate can simply communicate with glances, secretly collaborate, and not violate any of its rules. Furthermore, I just consulted the guide, and she mentioned that teams ganging up to slaughter other convoys has happened before in the history of the Death Race. It occurred in the last two tournaments."
"That's troublesome."
The corners of Witch's mouth twitched. "No wonder the leading teams in the first tier are intentionally hanging back behind Kratos, by tacit agreement. They haven't attacked one another and entered the service area at almost the same time. Are they afraid of being slaughtered by Kratos if they venture out alone?"
"That's a possibility."
