The Boss Behind The Game

Looking at the huge cauldrons, the sorrow in the hearts of An Sheng and the others were indescribable.

They were resentful by the thought of them having to get tortured again and regretted not being killed in the battle.

“Bro, what are they trying to do?” a hired player asked curiously.

Next to him, a fat guy with a badly bashed face snorted and blood spurted out of his nose. He then turned to glance at the hired player.

“Have you seen those cauldrons? It will be really exciting. You need to be prepared!”

The hired guy was speechless.

“Why are there so many aliens?” one of the members of the guild, Seven, could not help but question.

“It will be such a waste if they can’t finish the food. Hence, they invited their relatives from next door to eat with them!” the fat guy heaved a sigh.

Everyone was dumbstruck.

Just as all of them were nervous, an old man of the Gillfish Clan walked out of the crowd.

He came to the players and examined them carefully. From time to time, he would pinch their faces as though he was choosing pork.

The players got bent out of shape. A player even struggled and spat at the old man on the spot.

The warrior was then carried out of the crowd by three burly men of the Gillfish Clan. He was savagely beaten up and his face became swollen.

Upon seeing this, shivers ran down their spine. They sympathized with the strongman who was dying on the ground. At the same time, they were fortunate for not acting impulsively.

Punishing someone as a warning to the others was certainly effective. This time, none of the players dared to fight back. Their faces were covered with rage as the old man of the Gillfish Clan pinched their faces in turn.

After the inspection, the old man of the Gillfish Clan went to the center of the village and knelt down. He was also muttering words that they did not understand.

Seeing this, everyone from the Gillfish Clan knelt down with their hands facing the sky as if they were worshipping.

are the idiots doing?” Seven asked curiously

should be thanking god for the food given!” the fat guy said at the back. Upon hearing

shouted at the sky and

a

of the hired players turned blue. They had not been told that they would be eaten if they lost the game. This was too much. This was too

their fate of being eaten. They were powerless and

of them secretly

wanted to

hired players gritting their teeth, An Sheng and the others were inexplicably comforted. Sharing the

not resist as he had learned his lesson. He even bit a few slices with his mouth when the Gillfish Clan put the ingredients

it, the fat guy suddenly opened his

my god, this

players from the surrounding cauldrons bit a few ingredients to have a taste of it. They showed surprising expressions

“Delicious!”

good. What

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red fruit

the insensitive crowd, An Sheng’s temples were twitching. Why are

to mention. It does taste good!” Seven who was next to An Sheng chewed the fruit

to talk as he felt ashamed. Where was their anger and their intention to take

to collude with

them eating joyfully, An Sheng boringly

“Damn, it’s indeed delicious!”

Seven was speechless.

Sheng simply continued eating. Since the Gillfish Clan could eat them,

my fruit,” Seven was enraged as he saw An Sheng open his mouth and took away the fruit which

they lay in the pot and looked at each other, waiting for the arrival of their

suggestion. We just pretend to know nothing and don’t tell anyone regarding the things that happened today,” looking at the crowd, An Sheng burped