time up.

Number plates began to show hiding places again.

Everyone subconsciously looked at their number plates——

"He's here!"

"This kid——"

"Among us!"

"Oops, beware of sneak attacks!"

The crowd was restless and shouting one after another.

The strong man's roar suddenly covered all the sounds: "It's him!"

He raised his fist the size of a sand bowl and hit the man beside him in the face with all his strength.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

The man was caught off guard and his head was blown off.

Everyone fell silent.

Even the long-haired man under the ring couldn't help but swallow the "stop" in his throat.

——Everyone was killed.

Was it the right kill?

If that kid really got into the crowd and was punched to death, it would actually be a great achievement.

Everyone looked at the man's body, and then looked at their own number plates.

As everyone knows, at the same moment when the strong man took action, the bronze hand moved unsteadily and moved behind the strong man's butt.

So the result is——

"not good!"

"You made a mistake, he is that boy!"

"He deliberately confuses the public!"

"Kill him!"

The crowd spoke out one after another.

"Slow! Stop it all!" the long-haired man shouted.

Everyone immediately silenced their voices and stopped attacking.

The strong man stood on the ring, his face pale and his legs trembling.

——He was surrounded by everyone and was just about to be killed by concentrated fire.???.

The boss is still wise!

The strong man breathed a sigh of relief and opened his arms. Just as he was about to show that he would not disobey orders, he suddenly felt something in his hands.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand and grasped it, only to realize that it was a knife.

The strong man hurriedly wanted to say something, but found that his hand was held down by something, and he waved forward.

The golden thread flew out from the blade and hit two professionals.

The whole place fell silent.

The strong man hurriedly said: "Everyone——"

He tried his best to let go of his hand, but found that something was pinching his fingers tightly, preventing him from letting go of the handle of the knife.

He wanted to use his other hand to help, but suddenly there was a chill in his crotch, followed by a burning sensation beyond imagination.

This is simply——

melt

rock

burst

crack!

It turned out that another bronze hand was behind his butt, holding the number plate tightly, pointing it into a gun, and struck secretly.

Some parts are actually not only the weaknesses of humans, but also the weaknesses of all mammals.

Wu Xiaode remembered that he had seen a hyena hunting scene.

Even a lion, when surrounded by a pack of hyenas, only dared to sit on the ground and bite everywhere while escaping.

So the softness of this part is beyond imagination.

The strong man received this severe blow, his facial expressions changed continuously, and he was suddenly speechless.

Everyone saw him with a strange look on his face, his head covered in cold sweat, and the long knife in his hand raised again——

Are we still going to let him kill people?

"It's him! Kill him!"

The long-haired man shouted.

The sound of intensive spell casting and attacks instantly echoed around.

The strong man was taken away in a wave.

His body fell heavily to the ground.

Ten seconds to go!

Everyone's whereabouts became invisible again.

"Bring his body down!" the long-haired man shouted.

"yes!"

Everyone responded, carried the body down, and placed it in front of the long-haired man.

The long-haired man squatted down and snorted softly: "This is a clumsy strategy, and you want to follow me -"

He closed his mouth before he finished speaking.

wrong.

Totally wrong.

The long-haired man looked at the number plate in his hand.

I saw a line of small words floating on the number plate, motionless:

"The city street fighting continues."

Ongoing...

If the boy dies, the battle will naturally end.

But the fight continues.

In other words, the boy is not dead.

The long-haired man's eyes twitched wildly, his face became more and more ferocious, and he suddenly roared: "Admit defeat, you all admit defeat!"

Everyone was at a loss and didn't know why.

Only when they realized that the battle was not over yet did they react.

The people I just killed were all my own people.

They are all our own people!

"Yes, boss."

"As commanded."

"I surrender."

All the professionals withdrew from the battle in despair.

"Will you let him pass?" asked the dwarf.
Chapter completed!