My god, this girl is so handsome!
Picking up the sickle at his feet, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
"You're not coming out?"
Fu Anan looked at the group of people with cold eyes, and stretched out his other hand to the man's neck, pinched it and then exerted force.
“I’ll count to three.
1
2
…”
She paused when she counted to three. The man was so short of breath that his face turned pale. He was like a crab being pinched by the vitals, with only two big claws, struggling frantically and in vain.
"If you don't tell him, he will die."
Fu Anan's eyes were extremely cold, and her voice was so flat that Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but believe that she was serious.
Finally someone stood up and said, "Don't use force! He, he is our leader, please don't kill Zhao Lei!"
The woman looked at the man who was rolling his eyes and stood up to plead for mercy. The others also showed expressions of pity.
How should I put it? It was quite sudden.
This must be the most shameless big brother in history.
Fu Anan never expected that he would have to capture the leader first.
An unexpected gain.
She loosened her grip on Zhao Lei's fingers, but did not release her grip on him. "How many times have you played games?"
Zhao Lei glanced at her and didn't intend to speak.
Fu Anan said in a cold tone: "I won't ask a second time."
“… four times.”
"How many points do you have now?"
"34."
Still a little less.
Just as she was feeling regretful, she suddenly felt a sense of danger. Her body tilted to the side and was hit on the arm by a stool.
At the same time, all the people surrounding him rushed over.
A dozen people against two people.
Wang Xiaoming was knocked down instantly and captured.
Fu Anan kicked the lightest girl away and started fighting the rest.
The obvious difference is physical strength.
Her weakness before was that she didn't have enough physical strength. Although she never stopped training, she would lose when facing too many people and the time was too long.
But not now.
Was it a qualitative improvement from her previous training, or was it the game that brought about the change
Bang!
Just when she was distracted for a moment, a chair hit her head with such force that the chair broke into pieces and warm blood flowed down her forehead.
There was a brief double image in front of her eyes, and her brain was dizzy. Fu Anan shook her head and confirmed that the person who hit her was the one with the sickle just now.
Oh shit!
She stood up, rushed towards the woman, beat her up, and threw her into the corner.
As for the remaining people.
She stretched out her arm, and Wang Xiaoming's iron rod that was thrown into the corner moved into her hand by itself.
Wang Xiaoming huddled in the corner and watched this unscientific scene, as well as the scene of Fu Anan chasing and beating a group of people.
Half an hour later.
Fu Anan was covered in dirt, with big lumps and purple spots on his face. The others were even worse off, all beaten by Fu Anan until they couldn't stand up.
She stood in the center of the room, supported by an iron rod, and looked at this group of people who had lost their fighting power and announced,
"From now on, I take over this place. You now have two choices:
First, follow me and pass the level.
Second, go out through this door sideways.
Or you can stand up and try again.
I showed mercy just now, if you provoke me again... I will make sure that not even a corpse is left of you."
Wang Xiaoming moved from the corner to the front, his eyes full of admiration.
"I want a group of obedient subordinates."
Fu Anan glanced across the faces of these players, "Do you understand?"
(End of this chapter)