Which treacherous beast yelled that out? Tang Rao really wanted to know who it was; this method was simply brilliant!
Hearing this shout, those still inside the circle were all stunned for a moment, then their faces darkened, realizing they had been eliminated.
As for Fan Xiaohua, he too had a look of sadness, then let go of the hand he was pulling.
"Ah, failed." Fan Xiaohua shook his head.
The guy who had just been pulled by Fan Xiaohua immediately squatted down, covering his face with both hands, as if he wanted to have a good cry.
"Alright, enough. Clinging to me like you've got a disease, let go, let go!" Fan Xiaohua patted off the hands that were pulling on him.
Those people also withdrew their hands, acknowledging their failure.
"Whoosh!" The moment those hands left Fan Xiaohua's body, he bolted out like a wild horse at a gallop, a cheetah in high spirits, a grass dog whose tail was stepped on—unbelievably fast.
