Magic System of PUBG

In a separate isolation room, an energetic young man in his twenties stood in front of a haggard, nearly forty-year-old man who was half-kneeling on the ground, with red eyes, and looked carefully.

"Yin and Yang eyes open." Fang Rui muttered silently in his heart, and Fang Rui quickly checked the man's detailed past.

This man just sat on the ground in a daze, at a loss, what a beautiful scenery he used to be, there are countless friends with him, they are carefree together, he has been a soldier for two years, maybe because He is because of the northeast man, his body is unusually strong, and he often causes trouble outside.

However, he was completely able to resist the hot things outside. Once he was not afraid at all when he handled a small underworld by himself, and even a little excited, but now, he feels the whole world It's all collapsed, and the feeling of being at a loss, I don't have the courage to go forward with the scalp.

Seeing the experience of the haggard man on the ground, Fang Rui also secretly sighed.

This person is not a wicked person. On the contrary, this person can even be said to be a man of temperament, who is very kind, and loves making friends, except that he does not care about family matters. The firm principle is that this person is not artificial and sincere.

One morning, when he was traveling somewhere, he saw a young man who was selling singing on the way. This thin young man was holding a guitar in his hand, or the kind of guitar with a broken string, using himself on the ground. Spread out his clothes in a small place to sit on it, humming the folk songs he wrote.

In the crowd of people who stopped to listen to the song, the man from the northeast who was still poor at the time took out ten dollars from his bag and put it in the hat that the wandering singer put on the ground.

Because the altitude here is relatively high, relatively speaking, the singer's clothes are slightly thin, and coupled with this thin body, it is really pitiful.

But at this moment, the singer stopped suddenly. The rough man in the northeast didn't know what was going on, only that the singer who was a few years younger than him suddenly looked at a sneaky man next to him.

"You... don't steal things!" The singer seemed to have plucked up a lot of courage and said to a local sneaky man.

For a singer who wandered to this place, to offend the locals, it would be a dead end, but the condemnation of conscience made the singer couldn't help but say it.

Seeing the singer stop and point to himself, the sneaky man immediately became angry and went straight to the front of the singer. He stepped on the guitar bag on the singer's floor with his feet, and said angrily: "Do you know who I am? You? This sing-song guy doesn’t want to get mixed up here? Now, I will give you two ways, one, be beaten by me, and then get out of here, and second, be beaten by me, and then you continue to sell and sing here, all the money I am half, and then I will see you once and beat you once."

Seeing that several locals gathered around this gangster, the singer knew that he couldn't keep going, so he chose the first option.

But just when a few gangsters were trying to clean up the singer, the northeastern guy with a small black leather bag behind him silently put the black leather bag on the ground and did a few warm-ups by the way.

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