A player squatted on the ground and looked at the roadside vendor's table from below. Then he slowly stood up and stared at the products on the table.

"What do you need?" The person setting up the stall tensed up his muscles, ready to knock down the abnormal person in front of him with a punch at any time.

"It's so delicate, you can't tell it's a game at all."

The player's face is getting closer and closer to the stall man's face.

"Go away!"

The stall owner knocked down the player with one punch: "Are you sick?"

[Health value: 4]

"Wow!" The player fell to the ground with a happy expression, "The feeling of being beaten is so real."

Hearing the player's words, the stall owner felt chills all over his body.

He felt that he had encountered a highly dangerous cyberpsychotic patient.

"We need to call a few people, and maybe ask a mobile team to come over." The stall owner took out his mobile phone.

He turned his head inadvertently and suddenly discovered a scene that made him collapse:

A large group of equally nervous people came to his stall.

For a moment, everything was going crazy.

Why do some people think that it is feasible to put the products in their pockets in front of the vendors and then take them out and say they want to sell them?

Why would someone always cut his hair?

Why would anyone want to steal in front of him?

Are these humanoid creatures really humans?

The stall owner was so tortured that he collapsed and simply dropped the stall and ran away.

The ownerless things on the stall naturally belong to the players.

"Ah——" the stall owner shouted while running, like a cyberpsycho, "Help——"
Chapter completed!