The six people didn't even have time to process what had happened. One moment, they saw Nanzhi and Lin Weihao standing at a distance, the next, the two figures vanished like phantoms and reappeared right in front of them.
Before they could react, hundreds of fists came crashing down. Their faces, once intact, were beautifully reconstructed with swelling bruises.
"Ahhh!"
"Ahhh!"
Agonized screams echoed through the air.
On the other side of the wall, several people turned their heads toward the commotion.
"Since when did the base start raising pigs?" someone muttered, frowning at the pig-like squeals.
After dealing out the appropriate number of punches, Nanzhi crouched down and began stripping her unfortunate victims of their belongings, rummaging through their pockets like a seasoned bandit.
From the stinky man and the one draped in fur, she unearthed two bags filled with spars. Weighing them in her hands, she estimated at least a hundred or more inside.
