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"THE FOLLOWING PLAYERS, PLAYER 425, PLAYER 120, PLAYER 37, PLAYER 408, PLAYER 27, PLAYER 273, PLAYER 58, PLAYER 243, PLAYER 327, AND PLAYER 241 ARE ELIMINATED."
Han-jin stayed silent, as did everyone else when the woman spoke, hearing shuffling below. "I will now draw the teams for the next round." The masked square announced, Han-jin not as excited. Still oddly happy to be picked, however. "Team Four." His eyes widened, Sang-woo cursing as the teen smiled brightly. He stood up first as everyone scanned his team, everyone else not as exuberant. "Team Five." The teen quickly scanned said team, getting glares back. Once rounding back to the guy at the front, Sang-woo watched him try to get into a staring contest, Han-jin waving at him.
"Team Four and Team Five, please go to your towers."
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TEAM FOUR STOOD IN THE ELEVATOR, HAN-JIN WAITING PATIENTLY.
"Come on, don't lose your spirit." The old man spoke, Han-jin nodding. "Yeah, I don't know about you guys, but I like this already." He grinned, the girl staring at him as did Sae-byeok. "Tug of war needs more than just raw strength." The old man replied, Han-jin looking to him quickly. If anyone knew about winning tug of war, it must be him. "Well then, what's it about, huh? We just go out and speak to them?" A man spoke, Han-jin ignoring him. "All you need is a good strategy in Tug of war and combined with good teamwork, you'll be able to win when you are against the stronger teams." The old man announced, Han-jin nodding. "Only one thing can help us now." The teen looked to one of the other men, him looking at nothing.
"It's the Lord himself, I know it." He spoke, Han-jin pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ." He whispered to himself, Sang-woo watching him. He wondered how the boy was so calm, another man speaking up. "You can barely stay standing, old man. So shut up and keep all your strength, okay?" He asked, Han-jin putting a finger in front the man's face. He only stuttered, confused as Han-jin tutted. "This man has brain knowledge. So you shut it." He warned, Gi-hun cringing. The old man has more of a brain tumour than brain knowledge. "When I was young, we always like tug of war." The old man started, Han-jin retracting his hand and leaning against the elevator wall. "It's a game I know well. And back then, I would always win, even if there was a wrestler on the other team, and it seemed the odds were stuck against us."
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FOLLOWING THE OLD MAN'S STRATEGY, THE TEAM GOT INTO A SPECIFIC ORDER, WITH HAN-JIN AT THE FRONT.
