The final round

It was already past 5 pm, the final five participants gathered for the last stretch of the competition.

The other two teams had arrived not long after Chen Lin's, smoothly passing through the challenge zone since their traitors had already been voted out.

Unlike Chen Lin and her team, they were spared from the tension and deception that had unfolded earlier.

Now, with the final round looming, there were no longer any teams—only individuals fighting for the win.

During the break, the production team allowed them a moment to catch their breath.

The challenge had been exhausting, and the weight of the game hung over them.

Despite her usual confidence, Chen Lin found herself feeling a tinge of exhaustion.

It had been a long day, and while she was eager to finish the game and go home, she also wanted to give the final round her all.

She approached Zhao Ke and Sun Wei, hands in her pockets, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips.