There were about ten people sitting inside, men, women, old and young. The moment they came in, everyone looked over.
"Hand over your weapons."
The people in the room didn't have a good look on their faces at first. They closed the door and stood in a row to block the two of them.
Among the two people, only Wang Xiaoming was holding the iron rod, and he handed it over.
"Bag."
The person next to him looked over and continued.
Wang Xiaoming held on to his backpack tightly, even though there was only a bag of bread and half a bottle of mineral water in it.
He cherishes his possessions!
“Bring it here!”
These players are not very gentle, if they don't give, they will snatch it away. The moment his backpack was snatched away, Wang Xiaoming felt like he was in a den of wolves.
He admitted that this little sister was quite capable, but two fists could not beat four hands. She was too serious to look for other players in a place like this.
The most important thing is that he actually accompanied her in her madness. Was he out of his mind at that time
Wang Xiaoming felt extremely regretful at this moment.
They were both like sheep to be slaughtered.
At this time, the woman who had led the way brought them a basin of water and said, "Wash your hands."
Looking at her cold expression, Fu Anan guessed that this was not a warm hospitality, let alone a welcoming ceremony. "Is there something special about this?"
"Just wash it, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
The woman's cold voice carried a commanding tone.
As she spoke, she put their hands in to soak, then took them out and wiped them clean with a dry towel. After a careful inspection, she confirmed, "No problem."
What to check
Fu Anan's attention was drawn to the basin of water. At this time, Wang Xiaoming's backpack had been opened. They looked at the few supplies inside. The inspector made a disdainful sound and said contemptuously,
"No wonder you guys are looking for players. Who can eat this little food?"
As he spoke, he took out his things and threw his empty backpack outside. He also drove Wang Xiaoming and Fu Anan out like the plague god, "Go, go, go, get out."
Wang Xiaoming was an adult man. Although he felt uncomfortable being driven away by several people, he did not dare to speak.
Until Fu Anan reached out, grabbed the arm of the man who was chasing them away, and threw him back with force.
Before he could react, he kicked him down to his knees, "We are not here to escape, why are you so fierce?"
Fu Anan, who originally wanted to dress the man up, finally couldn't control himself and took action.
When the people around saw what happened, they picked up their weapons and surrounded him.
Wang Xiaoming was extremely nervous and instinctively wanted to run away, but the door was blocked.
He could only approach Fu An'an, holding his hands high, "Everyone calm down. We are all poor people who came here for no reason. Why should players embarrass other players?"
No one listened to him.
The people gathered around and approached secretly with weapons in hand. One of them was a woman who was the most daring. She raised a sickle and pounced on Fu Anan from behind.
"careful!"
Wang Xiaoming shouted and stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was too late. The sharp sickle was about to pierce Fu Anan's back. At this force, it could even pierce her body!
He closed his eyes and imagined the tragic scene of Fu Anan's blood splattering everywhere!
A gust of wind blew by, and there was a sound of something heavy falling nearby. Wang Xiaoming's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
Finished!
"I advise you not to move."
Fu Anan said coldly.
She kicked the sickle that fell to the ground next to Wang Xiaoming and exerted force with her hand, causing the captured man to cry out in pain.
This is both a demonstration and a warning.
"Where is the person in charge here? Let him come out."
(End of this chapter)