At the scene of the underground game, there is a small iron cage surrounded by power grids. The activity space is about the size of half a football field. It is impossible to escape. The only way is to live.
At this time, in the middle of the site, 16 people entered the site one after another, and all of them were allocated a wooden stick, which can be regarded as a weapon for self-defense.
Shen Feng stands behind the crowd. His body looks quite thin. Usually with a body like him, it is difficult to survive in the survival competition. As soon as he starts fighting, he will be withdrawn by the strong players to be the ghost.
Beside Shen Feng, there was also a thin man in his thirties. He looked very scared. He held the stick tightly with both hands, as if this could give him courage.
But people with a clear eye can see that it's hard for him to hold on.
Shen Feng looked in his eyes and whispered, "why do you want to participate in this competition? Although the bonus is high, you may die."
The man looked at Shen Feng and was quite vigilant. He replied, "you are not the same. Who came here is not for money. My son is seriously ill. I need money to save him."
The man's expression is very resolute. He is willing to pay all the price for his son.
Shen Feng shook his head and said, "there are many ways to make money. Have you ever thought about what your son would do if you die here?"
The man looked helpless and sighed, "this is the life of our poor people. If I really die here, I can only accept my life."
Seeing that the time from the start of the game was getting closer and closer, Shen Feng looked at the man carefully and asked, "give me a reason to save you. Do you have any special skills?"
The man was obviously stunned. He didn't understand Shen Feng's meaning, but he replied: "don't look at me now. I used to be an architectural engineer, especially in ancient architecture. I can definitely be called an authority, but I offended some people and can only change my career."
"Hide behind me and don't go anywhere."
Sometimes, as long as a small reason, you can get a chance to survive. Shen Feng needs talents. No matter what the man says is true or false, he is willing to help him once.
The man doesn't know why, but in order to survive, he still hides behind Shen Feng. At least when there is an accident, Shen Feng will die in front of him.
Soon, with the sound of the host's gun, the game officially began, the prison door not far away opened, and a fierce white haired tiger rushed out with the force of thunder.
This tiger is not an ordinary tiger. It is a trained fighting tiger. It is much more ferocious than an ordinary tiger, and it takes drugs for a long time. If it is changed to the level of human beings, it can be compared with the master in the early stage of intelligence.
Seeing the white haired tiger rushing over, the people were in a mess. Several tall men quickly surrounded Shen Feng and pushed him forward without saying a word.
However, what surprised them was that no matter how hard they tried, Shen Feng remained motionless, like a mountain. The people were too late to be surprised, so they had to break up around one after another. Shen Feng was still as stable as Mount Tai, but the man hiding behind shivered.
"Brother, shall we hide?"
Shen Feng said with a smile, "I said that behind me is the safest place. Trust me, don't move. Otherwise, you can run like them."
The man looked around, and everyone ran to the corner, praying for the white haired tiger, and even several people formed a team to try to fight the white haired tiger.
He hesitated for a moment and stayed: "my name is Huang Zhitao."
Just after he introduced himself, the white haired tiger rushed over in an instant. It was only one step away from Shen Feng. It purred in its mouth. It was obvious that it was going crazy with hunger.
Everyone was waiting for a good play. In their eyes, Shen Feng and Huang Zhitao were just white haired tiger's dinner.
Huang Zhitao looked in his eyes. His legs were soft and his whole body was shaking. Let alone fighting the white haired tiger, he couldn't hold the stick in his hand stably and fell to the ground with a thud.
Only Shen Feng, still calm, looked at the white haired tiger, waved the stick in his hand at will and shouted, "get out of here!"