Apocalyptic Red Alert

“…”

General Jia glanced at the things in his hand, pursed his lips and seemed to be making a decision.

“Okay~ Let him roll over, quickly!”

“Okay! Okay!!!”

The boss nodded and agreed with a low eyebrow.

“Hey, kid, can you do it?”

The boss turned around and walked to Han Feng, and asked in a low voice.

“What can you do?”

Han Feng asked patiently.

For this “General Jia”, Han Feng really wanted to beat him into a “bastard” on the spot!

“Can you beat him? I have paid the money, don’t let me lose money…”

“Don’t worry.”

“Okay~ Then you will go on stage later~”

The boss relaxed his brows and pulled Han Feng’s arm towards General Jia.

“Nickname~”

General Jia took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and asked Han Feng.

"Han Feng."

"..."After hearing this, President Jia pursed his lips and shouted loudly, "I asked you your nickname! I didn't ask you your name!"

"Han, Feng!"

Han Feng raised his sword-like eyebrows and repeated.

"Haha~ You have a strong personality! I like it! Cold wind, right? Haha~"

"..."

Han Feng was a little uncomfortable with President Jia's sudden change...

"Tear it off..."

"Here! This is your number plate! Go to the back and wait! Don't get in my way~"

Tearing off the paper, President Jia slapped the number plate on Han Feng's chest, then put his hands behind his back and walked away.

"Huh..."

Take off the number plate on his chest, Han Feng took a deep breath...

"Let's go, let's go to the back~"

Seeing Han Feng get the number plate, the boss smiled and pushed Han Feng to the back.

After walking more than ten steps, Han Feng came to a door.

Above the door frame, the three big words "Waiting Room" were clearly visible.

Pushing open the door, the "quiet" inside and the noise outside formed a sharp contrast.

The two contestants were followed by a person who "served tea and water and wiped sweat with a towel".

"Boy, come, drink some water~"

Han Feng turned around and saw the boss coming with a glass of water.

Instantly... Han Feng understood... the people around the contestants were all introducers...

It seems that everyone is fighting hard for the prize money...

With a sullen smile, Han Feng took the water cup.

Just as he was about to drink it, Han Feng paused...

"Luna, test whether the water is poisonous."

After the "Mr. Xu incident", Han Feng was more careful and did not drink it stupidly.

"Report to Captain Han, the water is non-toxic and can be drunk with confidence."

After hearing Luna's report, Han Feng drank it all... It just so happened that he was a little thirsty.

"Hurry, contestant No. 31! Come on stage! It's your turn!"

As soon as he put down the water cup, Han Feng saw a lean and thin man walk into the waiting room and shout.

Taking out the number plate, Han Feng saw that it said Hanfeng, No. 33.

"..." It's not me.

And they wrote my name wrong...

"Oh... Oh oh... It's my turn... It's my turn..."

After taking back the number plate, Han Feng saw a chubby man who stood up in a panic.

"Come on! It's up to you!!!"

The chubby man who was about to play was followed by the introducer who kept cheering him on.

"Blade fell! Blade fell!!!"

At this time, the host's voice was called out from the loudspeaker in the waiting room.

"Boss... Who is this Mr. Stone? He has won two consecutive games in less than three minutes since he came in."

Turning his head to the side, Han Feng asked the boss quietly.

"A stone monster, I can't beat it... I'm unlucky today... I didn't notice that it was his home court... Alas..."

When the boss responded to Han Feng, his face was miserable...

"Oh..."

After responding softly, Han Feng sat up straight.

Stone monster? It should be earth attribute, or some other superpower. Sitting on the stool, Han Feng guessed in his heart.

"No. 32! No. 32! Hurry up, No. 31 is exhausted, it's your turn!"

A few seconds later, the thin man rushed into the waiting room again and shouted.

"So soon... It's over, it's your turn next... What should I do..."

"Oh~ Dear Mr. Stone, this game is really a massage for you~ Haha~ Someone, come and lift this warrior on the ground."

In the loudspeaker, the host's excited voice and the boss's lost voice reverberated together.

Not long after, contestant No. 32 walked out of the waiting room.

At this time, only the boss and himself were left in the entire waiting room...

Take out a cigarette, Han Feng handed one to the boss and said, "Have a cigarette to calm down."

"You'll go up later... Forget it, or let's go now. Fighting with this Mr. Stone will either kill or injure!"

Taking the cigarette, the boss said to Han Feng worriedly.

"Da..."

Han Feng lit up the cigarette, exhaled a puff of white mist, and said nonchalantly, "If you can't beat them, just run away. It's not shameful to call me big brother."

"Ah... I wish you could think that way!"

"Number 33! Number 33! It's your turn! Hurry!"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the door of the waiting room was pushed open, and he shouted for him to go on stage.

"It's a pity for this cigarette..." Sitting on the stool, Han Feng frowned as he looked at the cigarette he had just lit.

After a pause, Han Feng stood up, handed the cigarette in his hand to the boss and said, "Take it, don't throw it away. Wait for me to come down, keep it."

"Eliminate two people in these two minutes, you..."

After taking the cigarette, Han Feng turned around and followed the thin man out the door before the boss finished speaking.

"Oh...it's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

Before the door was closed, Han Feng heard the annoyed voice of his boss behind him.

Raising the corner of his mouth, Han Feng secretly thought to himself that because you treat me so well, I'll give you a surprise...

"The next one is the new contestant, Hanfeng!!!"

"Hoo ho ho~ Haha~ Are you cold? Anyway, I heard this name is quite cold!" Before walking to the stage, Han Feng heard the host's joking introduction.

Looking towards the audience stand, Han Feng found that they all took out a small blanket from behind...

"I'm really well prepared..."

Seeing this, Han Feng understood something.

Each contestant's nickname is another name for his or her superpower. Cold wind... Haha~ I guess they all think of themselves as ice attribute superpowers~

Thinking of this, Han Feng suddenly said that he once captured an ice-attribute priest, and he didn't know how he was doing now...

After thinking about it, Han Feng was led to the stage.

Looking up at the arena surrounded by iron fences, Han Feng found that his feet were covered in blood...

Turning his eyes, Han Feng saw his opponent - Mr. Shitou.

As expected, Mr. Stone lives up to his name... This Mr. Stone is really built with "stones".

His skin was earthy brown in color and split into small pieces.

Just looking at the appearance, this guy's defense is absolutely outstanding!

"Mr. Hanfeng, the knife behind your back..."

The host took the microphone, walked to Han Feng, and looked at Xue Yin Kuang Dao with a puzzled expression.

"What? Can't you bring weapons?"

Looking at the host, Han Feng asked.

"Xu~~~"

After Han Feng finished speaking, everyone in the audience made a sound of contempt.

"Haha~ It seems that this contestant did not read the competition instructions carefully~" Haha, the host continued to face the audience, "There are no taboos in the competition, you can poison yourself~ As long as you can win, there are no rules!"

"but……"

After playing a long note, the host turned to look at Han Feng and said, "But all weapons are ineffective against Mr. Shitou~"

"Do you still want to fight?! So much nonsense!"

Behind the host, the "Stone Man" made a very impatient voice.

"Haha~ no