Escape Game: I Really Just Want To Lose

At this time, Wang Yun looked helpless.

He knew that nothing good would happen to him!

Not long after Old John left, he promoted himself to a director and assigned hundreds of cells to his name.

If you don't do anything every day, you can get 30% from the hands of thousands of prisoners, and you can get tens of thousands of dollars if you lie still for a day.

Such a good thing, why has it never happened in reality!

My physique of the Emperor of Destiny, it's too biased to add a little bit!

What's even worse is that when these cell bosses heard the news that they had been appointed directors, they came over one after another to give money, and they couldn't drive them away.

Tired.

According to this rhythm, winning the game is a certainty.

When Wang Yun thought that the five million was about to go away, Wang Yun felt as if a knife was piercing his heart.

No, I have to save myself!

Just as Wang Yun was thinking about how to save himself, he saw a player squeezed out of the crowd.

Ancestral Dragon Guild, little fat man.

When Wang Yun saw the little fat man, the little fat man was also looking at him.

Surrounded by the crowd, Wang Yun's face was full of helplessness, his handsome facial features seemed to be handwritten by gods, his lonely eyes seemed to hide the sadness that no one could tell, and even a strand of hair was so domineering.

Originally, the little fat man thought that he had become the second in command of the cell, with one person under fourteen and above, he was already considered an extraordinary talent.

But compared to Wang Yun, who has become more than a thousand people in front of him, he doesn't even count as a fart.

In an instant, the little fat man became transparent.

Licking anyone is worse than licking the king god!

So, without further ado, he bowed his head and shouted loudly: "God Wang, please accept my bow, I have always been your fan! My admiration for God Wang is like a torrent of water , Continuously. It seems like the Yellow River is flooding, out of control."

Wang Yun looked at the little fat man farting rainbow, frowned and asked, "Where's the evidence?"

"Wang Shen Kezhi has a Weibo account on the Internet called 'Wang Yun's Number One Fan'. To tell you the truth, that is my younger brother, I am running it. There are already 100,000 fans, and it is all thanks to my continuous operation!"

Wang Yun just wanted to say hello.

You are stealing money from your ancestors!

I created that account!

And so many fans are obviously due to my charisma, how could it be your credit!

Sighing, Wang Yun said to the people around him, "Beat me first."

A group of people immediately stepped forward and beat up the little fat man who hadn't reacted yet.

Jinghong, who was watching the game, couldn't hold back and smiled.

Turning his head, Jinghong said to Ao Yuan with a livid face, "I'm sorry, but I've been trained so I can't laugh easily, but this scene is really funny."

Ao Yuan didn't speak, but just prepared a small notebook in his heart, and wrote Wang Yun's name in it.

Those who offend my ancestor dragon will be punished even if they are far away!

After beating the little fat man until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Wang Yun ordered the others to disperse and bring the little fat man up.

The pain of the game is only 5%. Although it doesn't hurt, the feeling of being beaten up in public still makes the fat man extremely wronged.

He sobbed and knelt in front of Wang Yun, wiped his tears and said, "Shen Wang, how can you be so cruel to fans!"

Wang Yun didn't bother to expose the fat guy, so he pulled him to sit beside him: "Do you want to win?"

The little fat man stopped crying instantly.

What does Wang Yun mean by asking me this question?

He's playing the game okay, and now has a B- grade.

The scoring system is a feature of The Runaway Game, printed on the first page of each player's notebook.

This score combines many factors, such as the recent clearance rate of the dungeon, dungeon performance, etc. It is a relatively objective score.

According to the statistics of the players, the level of normal players should be at D level.

The strength of the game is relatively good, and the level of players who can play well should be C-level.

And B-level players already have the strength of professional players, and they are also the first echelon in the game.

As for the A-level players, they are the star players in the game, and they are out-and-out masters.

As for the S-level players, they are mythical-level characters. There are only two S-level players at present. There are rumors that Wang Yun is also one of the S-level players.

But Wang Yun never cared about this score, and the notebook has not been opened for a long time.

As a B-level fat man, looking at the rumored boss who might already be an S-level, he felt an innate sense of awe.

After deliberating his words, he said cautiously, "Your Majesty has something to say."

Wang Yun winked, and someone immediately brought a suitcase over.

Open the suitcase, and rolls of US knives with a face value of 500 yuan are placed in the box. It is conservatively estimated that there are 100,000 US knives inside.

Even if he does nothing, Wang Yun can win with this box of beautiful knives.

"This box of beautiful knives is a tribute given to me by the cell bosses, and now I will give them all to you."

Patting the stunned little fat man on the shoulder, Wang Yun said in a single word: "Take it for me!"

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