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"You have changed, you have really changed, and you can't remember me. Let's take a look at this, I think it will help you recover your memory." Gu Mian had already taken off the guitar bag behind him and was reaching out to pull the zipper on the bag.

Seeing Gu Mian take down the bag on his back, Teacher Killing was a little confused.

Speaking of which, the underage man seemed to be carrying this big bag on his back. From the first stage, the bag has been on him.

In theory, participants cannot bring such large personal belongings to the competition, but why hasn’t anyone questioned it since the beginning?

He had obviously noticed the big bag on 1118's back, but he did not attack him.

Teacher Killing didn't know that Gu Mian had a [Disguise Saint-Classic Mustache] on his face. This thing has the effect of not knowing each other when meeting each other. Even if Gu Mian's characteristics are already very obvious, everyone will be like an idiot who he is and cannot recognize his clothes.

"And why does this bag look more and more familiar as you see it, but I can't remember where I have seen it." Looking at the guitar bag in Gu Mian's hand, Teacher Killing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't even think of when he had seen it before.

As Teacher Killing was puzzled, Gu Mian had already pulled the zipper apart, and a cold light flashed on Teacher Killing's face. Now he finally saw the things in his bag clearly.

Chain saw!

How could a lower-class person have such a thing?

Wait, chainsaw? Teacher Killing thought of bad things and bad memories.

"You...you, you..." He stretched out his hand and pointed at Gu Mian. A familiar figure appeared in his head, but he couldn't remember his name no matter how hard he was, and he couldn't connect the figure in his head with the person in front of him.

His mind seemed to be stuck in a layer of window paper, chaotic. The truth was clearly close, but he could not break the layer of window paper no matter what.

Li San in the audience also felt the same way.

Looking at the familiar and terrifying chainsaw, the name in his heart was at the mouth but could not be called out. The name was covered with a layer of fog, and Li San's mind was only one sentence, "Who is he?"

"Who is he?" the other staff members said the same.

"Is that a chainsaw? How could a low-level person have a chainsaw?"

"Go up and take off the chainsaw. Does he want to take the host hostage!"

The staff immediately responded and gathered to the table and ran to the table.

When the chainsaw appeared, the first reaction of the teacher Killing was that Gu Mian wanted to threaten him. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have no interest in him, so he pulled the chainsaw and saw towards the floor under his feet.

The rumbling sound echoed on the stage, as if a motorcycle was performing acrobatics on it.

"What are you going to do? You dare to destroy the stage!" As soon as you saw that your beloved stage was destroyed, Teacher Killing didn't care about anything else and immediately stepped forward to stop Gu Mian.

In this world, lower-class people are always humble and pleased when facing superiors, as if they should be like this when they were born.

Teacher Killing had long been accustomed to the humble pleasing of inferior people, so when facing this inferior person who could not be named, he still looked arrogant.

Even though Gu Mian held a hideous chainsaw in his hand, Teacher Killing did not believe that he dared to put the chainsaw on him.

Gu Mian was not used to the temper of killing Teacher Slaughter, so he kicked the person who came forward to condemn him.

Teacher Killer was small and rolled on the stage a few times after being kicked over. His clothes were wrinkled, the microphone on his ears fell off, his head was buzzing, and his face was full of disbelief.

When Gu Mian pulled out the chainsaw, the audience thought it was a special program.

But what happened next became increasingly wrong. Until Teacher Killing was kicked to the ground by Gu Mian, the audience finally couldn't sit still.

"No? Then what are the waiters doing?"

"He dares to face the best people like this?"

"What the hell is going on?"

When the audience was confused, Gu Mian had already sawed the floor under her feet a three-meter-long gap.

The stage is hollow, the floor is only six or seven centimeters thick, and it is as easy to saw a chainsaw as cutting tofu.

He straightened up and gestured at the large slit he sawed out: "It seems that you can see below this slit."

But it was too dark below. You could only see a dark area when you looked inside. You still had to open the door.

Gu Mian bent down again and began to "draw the door" on the floor with great effort, just like the upright and kind magical pen in the fairy tale.

If nothing unexpected happens, the villain should come on the stage to stop Ma Liang's artistic creation.

Sure enough, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded in my ears, as if someone was coming up under the pyramid. There were also a few curses mixed in the footsteps, just calling the damn underage person.

Gu Mian looked up at the direction of the sound coming, and saw a large number of staff climbing up, and they rushed towards this side with a calm face.

Gu Mian screwed up the second stage, and the staff were angry and had no place to vent their anger. They wanted to tie up Gu Mian and let him experience all the projects on the field. It would be better to die hundreds of times.

The unique arrogance of the top people made them not shy away from the sharp weapon in Gu Mian’s hands. Everyone was like the Killing Teacher. They felt that even if the lower-class people had a thief heart, they would not dare to hurt them even if they had a chainsaw in their hands.

In this way, the staff rushed towards the people in the middle of the stage with good wishes.

But before the wish comes true, they were stabbed by Gu Mian, who was waving the saw.

"Mengai." Gu Mian complained while sawing, "How could he see someone rushing up with a chainsaw? Is there a pig's head in the middle of his ears?"

The staff wailed and fell on the stage. Teacher Killing, who was kicked over in advance, became the only high-ranking person on the stage who was not injured.

He had already recovered from that kick, climbed up from the floor with his hands and feet, and looked at the scene in front of him with a confused face.

Who am I? Where am I? Is this still a world dominated by superiors? He thought so in his heart.

The thoughts in his mind are also what most people are thinking about now.

When they saw the staff rushing up, the audience was still thinking about catching 1118 and letting him try all the tortures alive.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! But the staff who rushed up the next second were knocked to the ground by chopping melons and vegetables. The audience did not react at all, and only opened their mouths to look at the scene on the stage, unable to believe their eyes.

The expressions of the lower-class contestants were not much better than those of the higher-class contestants.

The most exciting expression is the 1766 on the spire of the tower.

When Gu Mian pulled out the chainsaw from his guitar bag with his backhand, he was shocked. When Gu Mian kicked the killing teacher who had stepped forward to stop him, his mouth was almost able to stuff two light bulbs; when he saw the staff coming on stage to punish Gu Mian, he showed a look of watching the show. When the staff fell to the ground one after another, his skin was numb.

The scene was in a mess, and in the corner where no one cared about it, Li San was tiptoing and secretly touching the direction of the gate of the venue.

Instead of going on stage with the others to charge, he slipped away from his heart.

"Run quickly! You have to run quickly!" Now he had completely believed what Gu Mian said, for fear that he would end up like the host who guessed the copy of the word.

And in another corner where no one cared about, Mr. Green was also sneaking away.

"Wait for now! Run!"

Mr. Green is short and has no idea. But the unfortunate thing is that the stage is in the center of the audience, and no matter where you slip away, you have to pass through the audience where the best people are.

He had to walk slowly with his waist down and his head down, for fear that the superiors around him would find clues.

"It's a rebellion!"

"Roar up and catch the inferior man!"

At this time, the audience was already boiling. The people at the top had forgotten that they were the audience who were watching the show, and they stood up and rushed towards the stage in a fierce manner.

The petite Mr. Green was caught off guard by a superior man and fell to the ground with his back on his back.

"The lower-class person? Want to escape secretly?" The upper-class person who knocked him down saw Mr. Green's face, frowned hard, raised his foot and kicked him hard.