Foxfire took the lead in sitting down at the wooden table, deliberately puffing up his chest, and his charming figure released a strong female hormonal message to the watchdog.

The watchdog could resist the temptation, and ran to the wooden table in three steps and two steps. He was about to sit down next to Foxfire, when Foxfire stepped on the seat next to him and pointed to the seat opposite the wooden table.

The watchdog nodded, and walked to sit down across from the foxfire.

"Tell me, what game do you want to play?" The watchdog asked impatiently.

"Look at your dead appearance, so anxious, don't worry, if you win, my whole person is yours." Fox Fire said and deliberately stretched out his foot and teased the watchdog's trouser leg with his toes.

"I just can't wait, tell me, what kind of game to play." The watchdog's heart was beating wildly, and he wanted to hold the fox fire in his arms immediately.

"Have you ever heard of the game of fast knives, how about we use this to decide the winner?" Foxfire pulled the dagger out of the table and held it in his hand to play with it.

"Hmph, I can't imagine that you are such a beautiful chick, but you want to play such a bloody game, be careful of losing a few fingers." The watchdog rested his legs on the table and grinned with his head resting on the back of his chair.

"If it's okay, I'll start first." Foxfire smiled, holding the dagger with his right hand while placing his left hand on the table, five fingers spread, and then began to plunge the dagger between the open fingers.

At first, the dagger fell slowly, then faster and faster, so fast that only the afterimage of the fox fire's right hand could be seen.

Twenty seconds later, Foxfire reinserted the dagger into the wooden table, then pulled out his left hand and shook it in front of the watchdog to show that there were no wounds.

"Awesome, awesome, it's been a long time since I've seen someone who can play a quick knife game and be able to cut at such a fast speed." The watchdog clapped his hands uncontrollably, and for the first time there was a serious expression on his face.

The watchdog took a cigar from his pocket and lit it, then pulled the dagger from the table.

In the same way, the watchdog also pierced his fingers at a very fast speed, and he was also unscathed.

"Well, I'm not bad, how do you want to play?" The watchdog took a sharp drag on his cigar and spat out a large cloud of smoke from his mouth.

"Then we'll play some more exciting ones and give you some rewards first." Foxfire pulled the dagger up, and then took the initiative to sit in the arms of the watchdog.

The watchdog was excited for a while, and couldn't help but pinch it on the fox fire's waist. Foxfire gave him a seductive look in return, then grabbed his hand and placed it on the table.

Foxfire separates the watchdog's fingers, then presses his own hand against the back of his hand and spreads the same five fingers, so that the dagger can pass through the fingers of both at the same time.

"I'm going to start, if it's a man, I'll make it to the end." Foxfire smiled and began to run the dagger through his fingers.

At first, the watchdog didn't care, leisurely watching the fox fire drop the knife, and the other hand took the opportunity to scare on the fox fire. But slowly, the speed of the fox fire knife is getting faster and faster, and it has surpassed the action in the first round just now.

The watchdog gradually began to get nervous, I don't know if it was an illusion or the speed of the fox fire, he felt that the dagger was getting closer and closer to the edge of his finger, and he was about to cut off his finger.

"Hey, alright, stop, I'm telling you to stop!" The watchdog couldn't sit still any longer, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wanted to get up and push away the fox fire, but his hand was firmly pressed against the table, and the knife shuttled between his fingers with mechanical speed, and the slightest movement would splatter blood on the spot.

The watchdog only felt that his palms began to sweat, and the palms of his hands pressed on the table trembled, and his fingers seemed to have lost sensation.

Fox Fire suddenly turned his head and smiled evilly at the watchdog, who felt that there was no more pressure on the back of his hand. Immediately after that, the dagger that fell quickly from the fox fire passed directly through the palm of the watchdog's hand, along with the wooden table below.

"Ahh The sharp pain in the palm of his hand made the watchdog scream, and he tried to pull out the dagger, but the dagger had penetrated the tabletop, and the slightest movement of the sharp pain would spread all over his body.

"As I said just now, you don't want this hand." Foxfire lowered his body and said with a smile in the ear of the watchdog.

The main entrance of the "bang" building was opened, and a group of soldiers in uniform with weapons and black berets walked out.

The soldiers walked up to the wooden table and lined up, and a rugged man with a muscular spur and a full beard and a cigar in his mouth approached. The emblematic boots and the criss-crossing scars on his face tell the story of this man's extraordinary past.

"Bang" men passed by the soldiers in the array, and the soldiers saluted in unison.

"Text... Captain Vincent, I'm ......" The watchdog crouched in pain at the wooden table, turning his head to look at the man who walked by.

"Needless to say, I saw it upstairs just now, the watchdog, and sure enough, it's just a dog." Vincent grabbed the dagger on the table and pulled it out with a slam of his hand.

"Get out!" With a simple word and a sharp look, the watchdog covered his injured palm and forcibly endured the severe pain and retreated into the building.

Vincent looked at the dagger in his hand, suddenly reversed the tip of the knife, and then threw it at Yang Siya who was standing aside at an extremely fast speed.

In a hurry, before the dagger arrived, the soaked blood had already spilled onto Yang Siya's face, her eyes widened in horror, and the dagger was about to stab her forehead.

At the last moment, Ning Yu raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the dagger, and the tip of the knife stopped at a distance of an inch from the center of Yang Siya's eyebrows.

Even if she picked up a life, Yang Siya was still paralyzed by the fright, and Yang Jinglin hurriedly pulled her daughter behind her to protect her.

"Hmph, you're really not ordinary guests." Vincent threw the cigar on the ground and stepped on it, and took a few steps closer to Chen Lingfeng and the others.

"I don't care where you're from or what your purpose is, don't harass my territory, or you'll ......," Vincent said viciously, snapping his fingers behind him.

The soldiers in the formation neatly aimed their weapons at Chen Lingfeng and them, and then pointed their weapons at the sky.

The uniform sound of gunfire was both a warning and a threat, Vincent's defense of his territory and his show off of his firepower.

"I think you should understand." Vincent raised an eyebrow and winked at the group. He turned his back and was about to walk back to the building, but soon retreated as if he remembered something.

"By the way, Sheriff, you should remember what day after tomorrow it was, right?" Vincent asked, touching his chin.

"Yes." Yang Jinglin coldly spit out two words.

"Don't be so cold, we are old friends anyway, as long as we pay enough food on time, we will naturally protect this village. Of course, if you can't hand it over when it's due, you can still use the replacement method, just like the last time. Vincent turned and laughed and walked towards the building.

"Who the hell are these?" Chen Lingfeng looked at Yang Jinglin, who was angry, and asked.

Yang Jinglin didn't say a word, just stared at the building not far away and pulled it into his fist.

"These are all soldiers who fled here, after the disaster, they found our village after many twists and turns, my father was kind enough to take them in, and when we first came, these soldiers did help us a lot, and they also helped build the wall outside the village.

But over time, the soldiers began to enslave the villagers with the weapons they held, making us have to pay them regular food to protect the village, while also threatening to kill us if anyone resisted.

At first, the villagers did not believe in the threat of the soldiers, but they forgot that the cruel world of monsters could wipe out all humanity. The soldiers did attack the rebels, and the bullets easily killed the unarmed villagers.

After the conflict, Dad and the rest of the villagers compromised and paid regular food to the soldiers as agreed. The day after tomorrow was the day after tomorrow, but our hunting team found nothing, and several young hunters died. Yang Siya painfully recalled the past about these black berets, and this time Yang Jinglin did not stop her.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go home and get ready, the blizzard is coming." Yang Jinglin looked at the suddenly somewhat gloomy sky, frowned and sighed.