Chapter 794 Nieride 29
Oh 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, are you?"
Fu Anan looked at the group of people with cold eyes, and stretched out her other hand to the man's neck, pinched it and then exerted force.
“I’ll count to three.
1
2
…”
She paused at the count of three. The man, whose face had turned pale from lack of oxygen, made a final, frantic struggle.
He was like a crab with its vitals pinched, with only two big claws but unable to do anything.
"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.
Fu Anan never expected that he would capture the leader first.
What 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.”
Zhao Lei answered
Fu Anan: "How many points do you have now?"
Zhao Lei: “34.”
Still a little less.
Just as she was feeling regretful, she suddenly sensed 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 remaining ones.
She hadn't noticed it before, but suddenly when she faced more than a dozen people, she found that her physical fitness had improved by leaps and bounds.
The obvious difference is physical strength.
Her weakness before was her lack of stamina. Although she never stopped training, she would lose when facing too many people and the fighting time was too long.
But now…
Bang!
Just when she was distracted for a moment, a chair hit her head, breaking into pieces, and warm blood flowed down her forehead.
She saw double for a brief moment, her mind dizzy. She shook her head, confirming that the person who hit her was the one with the sickle.
Oh shit!
Fu Anan stood up and rushed towards the woman, beating her up and throwing her into the corner.
As for the remaining people.
She stretched out her arm, and Wang Xiaoming's iron rod, which 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, his face swollen and purple. The others were even worse off, all beaten by Fu Anan until they couldn't even stand up.
She stood in the center of the room, supported by an iron rod, and declared domineeringly, "From now on, I will take over this place. You now have two choices:
First, follow me and pass the level.
Second, go out sideways through this door.
Or you can stand up and try again.
I showed mercy just now, if you provoke me again... I will make sure not even a corpse is left of you."
In Wang Xiaoming's ears, these words automatically translated into "Those who follow me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish."
"I want a group of obedient subordinates."
Fu Anan's eyes swept across the faces of these players, "Do you understand?"
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