Spatial hoarding: super strong wood superpowers

After Cheng Jing took the stage, the people in the stands were silent at first, and then broke out.

"Go down and give us back our muscular man."

"Weak chicken, go down, hurry up."

"Substituting in front of the battle, violated the regulations, let the manager come out."

"Come out and give everyone an explanation."

Someone stood up and shouted excitedly, and they put all their worth on it.

No one is optimistic about Cheng Jing, and they don't believe that she can last for an hour in front of a powerful zombie.

"The banker wants to kill everyone. It's so obvious that we can't be fooled."

The manager is messed up, nestled in the lounge, and has no plan to go out. It's best to make the situation worse, and let Brother Bao know that he feels sad for beating a worker.

Up and down can't offend, only suffer himself.

He turned to the idiot and said, "Release the power zombie."

The second game ends quickly, and the third game starts early.

Three games a day.

For the first time, the manager discovered that it was so difficult.

The audience in the stands became more and more emotional, and many people left their seats, wanting to rush into the backstage, looking for the manager who had grown up.

"Roar!"

Before the apocalypse, a powerful zombie must have been a muscular hunk, nearly two meters tall, with a hulking back. The only pity was that the skin on his face had rotted and lost several pieces, and he could no longer see his previous appearance.

Every time he took a step, the ground shook.

The audience in the stands couldn't help swallowing their saliva. At this level, not to mention the petite woman above, even the muscular man who was scheduled to appear on the stage couldn't last an hour.

The dealer is too dark, and it is obvious that he is cheating them.

"Refund."

"Refund."

The manager's ears were almost deafened by the word "refund", and his heart was bleeding.

Master, please come back quickly!

He couldn't stand it anymore and planned to run away.

Lei Ge carried the spoils of his outing this time, and took the elevator to go down to the second floor. When he opened the elevator door, the words "refund" were neatly written, making him think he had gone to the wrong place.

With a dark face, he even threw the booty in the elevator, and hurried to the lounge.

There was only one person curled up in a corner with his head in his hands in the lounge.

Judging from the clothes, this person is what he was looking for, and kicked him.

"Oh! It hurts me to death, who dares to kick me."

The manager hugged his thigh and wailed. When he saw the person who kicked him clearly, he hugged the person's legs excitedly, but he couldn't let people run away.

"Master, you are finally back."

"Bring your pig's paw and explain to me what's going on outside?"

Lei Ge has been in charge of the second floor for more than a month. This is the first time such a mistake has occurred. When he left, everything was arranged.

With snot and tears, the manager explained the matter in detail.

"What a black widow, is your hand stretched too far, dare to interfere with the affairs of the second floor?"

"Master, what should we do now? There is already a lot of noise outside.

If we really refund the money, we will lose a lot tonight. "

Lei Ge sneered, "No one can take away any of the money that is in my pocket, isn't it because you are dissatisfied with this duel?

When the woman above dies, according to the original plan, it will be fine to send the muscular man up. "

"Master is wise." The manager's eyes lit up, why didn't he expect that?
The two did not find out.

The noisy scene outside gradually calmed down unconsciously, and even a single person's voice could not be heard.

Lei Ge picked out his ears, "Do you think something is wrong?"

"Isn't that right?" The manager asked puzzledly, focusing on the arrangement below.