Chapter 793 Nierid 28

   There were about a dozen people sitting inside, including men, women and children. The moment they entered, everyone looked over.

   "Hand over your weapon."

  The people in the room didn't have a good face when they came up, and when the door was closed, they stood in a row to block them.

  Only Wang Xiaoming held the iron rod in their hands, and he handed it out.

"Bag."

  The person next to him looked over and continued.

  Wang Xiaoming held onto his backpack tightly, even though there was only a bag of bread and half a bottle of mineral water inside.

  He treasures himself!

   "Bring it!"

   These players are not so gentle, they will grab if they don’t give. At the moment when the backpack was snatched away, Wang Xiaoming felt that he was in a wolf's den.

  He admitted that this little sister is a bit powerful, but two fists are no match for four hands. Looking for other players in this kind of place, her wife is really serious.

  The most important thing is that he went crazy with her. Was his brain convulsed?

  Wang Xiaoming regretted it very much at this moment.

  The two of them are like sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

  At this moment, the woman who led the way brought them a basin of water, "Wash your hands."

  Looking at her indifferent expression, Fu Anan guessed that this was not warm hospitality, let alone a cleansing of the wind, "Is there any particularity here?"

   "Just wash it, where did all this nonsense come from!"

  Women's cold voice with commanding tone

   As she spoke, she put their hands in and soaked them, then took them out and wiped them with a dry towel. After careful inspection, she confirmed, "No problem."

   Check what is ok?

   Fu Anan's attention was attracted by the basin of water, and at this time Wang Xiaoming's backpack had already been opened. They looked at the only supplies inside, and the inspector clicked his tongue in disgust, and said contemptuously,

   "No wonder you are here to find players, just this little thing, who is enough?"

   While talking, he took out his things, threw the empty backpack outside, and drove Wang Xiaoming and Fu Anan away like a plague god, "Go, go, get out."

   That's his food, his weapon!

  Wang Xiaoming, a grown man, felt uncomfortable under the driving of several people, but he dared not speak.

  Until Fu Anan reached out, grabbed the arm of the man who was chasing people away, and slammed back hard.

  Before he could react, he kicked him down and knelt down, "We didn't come here to escape, why are you so fierce?"

   Fu Anan, who originally wanted to dress up, finally couldn't control her hands.

  People around saw this, picked up the guy and surrounded him at the same time.

  Wang Xiaoming was very nervous and instinctively wanted to run away, but the door was blocked.

  He could only get close to Fu Anan, and raised his hands high, "Everyone, calm down. They are all suffering people who came here for no reason, why should the players make things difficult for the players."

  Nobody listened to him.

  People gathered around sneaked up with weapons, and one of the women was the most daring. She raised a sickle and rushed over from behind Fu Anan.

"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 An'an's back. According to this strength, it can even pierce her body!

  He closed his eyes, he had already imagined the horror of Fu Anan's blood spattering!

   A gust of wind blew by, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling nearby. Wang Xiaoming's hanging heart sank to the bottom of the sea—

   It's over!

   "I advise you not to move around."

   Fu Anan said coldly.

  She kicked Wang Xiaoming's side with the sickle that had fallen on the ground. She used force with her hand, and the captured man let out a cry of pain.

  This is a demonstration and a warning.

   "Where is the person in charge here? Let him come out."

  (end of this chapter)