become king in cruel games

Chapter 88 This is called Wang Zhao
The people on the side understood what he meant. A short woman wearing a tutu slowly and quickly opened the documents in front of her and came over with a sickle.

The woman in the tutu skirt pushed him away, her delicate little face full of disgust: "Idiot, stay away, you are too close to me."

"Oh." The sickle man hugged his huge scythe a little aggrievedly, and took a step back without any complaints. He stretched out his neck cautiously, looking well-behaved.

He seemed to be afraid of the woman in a tutu holding an umbrella in front of him.

The file was opened, and the woman in the tutu skirt pulled out the identity information of several people: "This is the resident of Jiacheng Community. Zhou Lan said that there are two powerful ones among them, a man and a woman. The woman is about 1.7 meters tall." On the left and right, the man is close to 1.9 meters, and both of them are very young."

The sickle man glanced at the girl quietly, and then his eyes fell on the document.

The girl consolidated the files and took out two of them: "Feng Yu, age 23, height 168cm, champion of the Storm Competition five years ago, now lives in a household on the fifth floor of Jiacheng Community."

The woman in the tutu had her pupils narrowed, and her expression was a little surprised.

"Winner of the Storm Competition? I seem to have heard of her, she seems to be the most beautiful champion in the past... It is said that her competition back then was all about one punch and one punch, very fierce. She must have entered a big research institute. Now she is in trouble. "The man in green frowned.

Although Jinglan Research Institute is currently ranked tenth, it cannot be compared with the top five large research institutes, because there is a group of "monsters" who are far beyond ordinary people.

Not to mention that the status of major research institutes is at the top of Qiyuan Star.

The sickle man rubbed his brows helplessly, and continued: "It is said, well, it is said that her strength and speed exceed the level of top humans. You should start with her first, and it will be much easier later. Yes, We should first use firepower, uh, crossbows to suppress this woman."

The Storm Competition is a Qiyuan Star Competition that is held every five years and is specially prepared for young people. The top three winners will be invited by the top five major research institutes.

The strength of the number one player in the Storm Tournament cannot be underestimated. He is the top person of the younger generation.

Of course, if it weren't for the invasion of the 24-hedron, the Storm Tournament would have been held this year.

The sickle man touched his chin, his thin beard a little prickly.

The girl ignored the man in green next to her. She took out another document and frowned slowly:

"Ye Xiao, age 24, height 189, senior researcher at Qingxuan Research Institute... House [-] on the fifth floor."

The sickle man's hand shook, and the sickle in his arms almost fell down. The man in green robe quickly stabilized the big sickle in his hand:

"Well, Qingxuan is also a large-level research institute, which is much higher than our Jinglan level. Its ranking has even reached the top of Qiyuan Star, not to mention that this is a senior researcher..."

"Those senior researchers are among the top in the game. They must have obtained many powerful props. Now it's over."

Several people on the side also looked solemn.

The woman in the tutu skirt glanced at it and read another document: "Yi Zifan, 182, Qingxuan Intermediate Researcher..."

The sickle man's eyes were full of despair, and he interrupted the tutu skirt's words: "It's really over now."

The fluffy skirt stood up on tiptoes and slapped the sickle man on the head hard: "Idiot, there are three of them, this is called Wang Zha!"

The sickle man knelt down and rubbed his head: "Wang Zha..."

However, when looking through other files, they no longer saw anyone from the institute.

In other words, Zhou Lan will face "monsters" from three major research institutes.

Gee.

The tutu curled her lips, and she quickly looked at the man holding the transparent mask: "Go to Zhou Lan's place to check the situation. You are better suited to sneaking. Be careful, wait and see first, and help if necessary. If the situation goes wrong, run away. "

"As for Zhou Lan, just give up."

"She always thought that having the word "lan" in her name would bind her to Jinglan Research Institute. It would be a good idea to dampen her arrogance this time."

"After all, she was the one who ran over to provoke others."

The tutu smiled, with an unknown meaning, and she looked at the man sitting on the sofa——

The middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the white smoke: "This is the end of the world, so what about the Storm Tournament champion? What about Qingxuan Institute? It's just a piece of loose sand."

"Come here and get this."

The boy holding the mask took something. He bowed respectfully, then put on the mask and quickly ran away from the supermarket.

(End of this chapter)