The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 72: Speed VS Speed (2)

Chapter 72: Speed VS Speed (2)

A few minutes earlier...

Gong Feitian had long occupied one of the special high viewing platforms on the south side of the arena, together with some directors. His stepfather, Gong Shangguan, was sitting in the front seat, coughing from time to time.

Although he couldn’t see his stepfather’s expression clearly, he knew he was worried for his other son based on how he was clenching his fists and the series of coughs from ever since Gong Panli’s group entered, and it intensified when two of the combatants on his stepbrother’s side admitted defeat, leading the points to 2-0 in favor of Soaring Heights.

The people in the room except Director Gong and his subordinate were in a happy mood for the results.

"Where did Gong Panli pick up those two? Those two are more cowards than chickens."

"How can one remain unafraid when your opponent is the Soaring Heights? But those two should have fought at least..."

Horrible remarks in line with the two other statements echoed in the room, but Shangguan didn’t react and just watched.

In other people’s eyes, he must have appeared indifferent about his son’s situation, but Shangguan was quite worried inside.

Gong Feitian snickered before speaking in an audible voice for his stepfather to hear. "Before, I didn’t believe it, thinking that the rumor was fabricated, but now my younger brother actually employed an older woman and a dog for the match. I wonder what came into his head."

Although he didn’t understand why Tan Ge’s group joined the other side, nevertheless, this was beneficial to him.

There were five other directors, managing different departments of the base, and when they heard Gong Feitian’s words, they cackled.

The sound of coughing became louder.

"Director Gong, how about going back to rest?"

Shangguan shook his head. He wanted to stay until the end. From a distance, he could see his son’s figure, and Gong Panli didn’t seem to be perturbed, which means he was expecting it.

Son, what are you up to? Shangguan asked in his mind before letting out another cough.

This was also what Han Wangping was thinking.

Lou Anke had just returned to his seat with dissatisfaction. "That was disappointing. I wanted to exercise for a bit, but the other quit right away."

"Whatever it is, I could get my beauty rest early." Anning yawned.

Chen Ren also experienced the same thing and nodded at Lou Anke. He really thought it would be a difficult match.

He could still remember what happened a while ago.

At the sound of the bell, he took a few steps backward and assumed a defensive stance while condensing a few needles on his right hand.

His eyes watched Jun Qi’s every move, wanting to know what kind of plan this man was up to, but he never anticipated that it was all just a misconception.

"I concede defeat!" Jun Qi raised both of his hands in the air, smiling from ear to ear before running back at full speed to his seat below the raised platform.

He could even see the other side bumping fists together and patting Jun Qi’s shoulders as if he had done something worth praising.

Chen Ren dazedly stood still at the turn of events, and even when he returned to his teammates’ side, he was still questioning what had happened.

It was not until Lou Anke was called by their leader that he regained his senses.

But the same case repeated itself, and Lou Anke didn’t even step on the platform when the other also expressed defeat.

Chen Ren recalled how Lou Anke scratched his head in confusion.

The audiences of the arena spend a few seconds processing what happened before the arena was filled with boos, claps, laughs, and shouts that the Outer District was a coward.

But the Outer District only responded that the fight wasn’t done yet and the winners hadn’t yet been decided. Although they were saying these things, they were also very nervous.

They couldn’t afford to lose the next match.

Some of the people in the Outer District asked Gong Panli about what’s going on, but their words couldn’t reach him.

"Third round combatants, please enter the ring."

Wen Nou’s figure flickered from his seat and appeared on the platform after five seconds, gaining him cheers from the crowd.

Gong Panli and the others turned to the little dog.

"Little Mantou, it’s your turn." Li Chunhua nudged the little fox that was beside her seat, gobbling a share of her snacks.

Little Mantou raised his head, and when he saw his opponent was already waiting for him. He took one last big bite of the cake before recasting the illusion spell on his master and trotted towards the platform.

This gluttonous little fox...

Li Chunhua looked at the crumbs left on the bottom of the box.

When Little Mantou reached the ring, he heard the loud cheers of the children calling his name.

"Go, Little Mantou! Go, Little Mantou!"

Li Chunhua also cheered before taking a bag of chips from her inventory. She started munching on it while cheering.

Little Mantou was invigorated by their shouts and did a few rolls and let out a few barks.

Wen Nou couldn’t restrain himself from chuckling, and even those in the audience followed along, laughing out loud.

What a silly dog!

Ting-

The staff struck the bell, but the laughter still continued.

The Outer District tried making the other side shut up, but there were too many people laughing and jeering their way. Some had even propped their hands under their chins and imitated Little Mantou’s barking ’Woof Woof.’

The Outer District was outraged and responded with more ferocious barking, baring their incomplete teeth at those pretentious puppies.

Wen Nou hadn’t finished wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes before something slapped his cheeks, sending him rolling on the platform, eating dust in the process.

Huh?

The laughter ceased and turned to gasps, and all stood up, craned their necks in shock at Wen Nou’s rolls.

What happened? All had question marks in their heads.

Wen Nou regained his senses, coughed out the dust, and hurriedly stabilized himself before standing up. But something had struck him once again, knocking him down.

His face kissed the floor.

Wen Nou: "..."

(Little Baozi: Thank you for the gift shannin.)