"Finally, we must find a suitable trigger for unleashing one's rage."
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The fourth reincarnation began once again!
Wang Hao, without stopping for a breath, directly sought out the seven or eight people doomed to die in the "6 minutes and 44 seconds" monster wave, assuming the role of the "Prophet".
"Hey, buddy, wake up, wake up!"
A drunkard with a slightly flushed face on the ground was roused, opening his bleary eyes, and said irritably, "Who... who the hell are you?!"
Wang Hao, looking serious, replied curtly, "Who am I? Of course, I'm the person here to save you. I see you've got the look of death about you; I reckon you won't make it through the day!"
Upon hearing the other person curse at him, the drunkard threw a punch in a fit of rage: "Damn it... I bet you're the one who won't live through today!"
Wang Hao stretched out his hand and blocked the punch.
With a physique of 300 points, if I can't beat a gun, can I not beat you?
