Under everyone's surprise gaze, a tall man suddenly reached out and snatched the fish from the man who was still laughing excitedly.

"What are you doing?"

After a brief moment of stunnedness, the man whose fish was stolen was angry and stared at the tall man beside him.

"This fish is mine, thank you." The other party didn't care about this person's anger, so he smiled and handed over the empty wooden stick in his other hand.

"I'll thank you for this."

"you……"

The robbed person was angry and was about to curse, but what met him was a pair of condescending eyes with a gloomy look.

He hurriedly stopped his mouth, the man gritted his teeth, looked at the wooden stick handed to him, clenched his fists, and then chose to surrender as if he accepted his fate, and took the wooden stick with an ugly face.

Seeing the other party surrender, the tall man showed a sarcastic look on his face, and he ignored him, walked straight to the edge of the pond, found an old tree to lean on, and rested comfortably.

From time to time, people caught fish, and from time to time, people snatched fish. All of them were tall, big and strong.

The robbed, without exception, were all thin people. Faced with the robbers who were taller than them, they all chose to surrender.

Time passed little by little, and waves of sleepiness hit everyone. Although it was still dawn, sleepiness was irresistible.

Some of those who snatched the fish chose to leave with the fish, while others ate it raw and started to rest.

And those who had not been able to withstand sleepiness, walked out of the pool and lay down casually.

The bustling pool finally calmed down again, and occasionally, there were the snoring sounds.

In this space where time passed, everyone was sleepy and woke up and continued fishing, and they didn't know how long they were.

Some people who got the fish left, but more because of food, gathered here. The number of people next to the small pool has not decreased, but has gathered as many as hundreds of people.

More people means more food, and the pool is not big. Although there are many fish, compared with the bustling crowds by the pool, there are obviously more monks.

Moreover, as the fish are constantly being caught, more and more fish leave the edge of the pond and swim towards the deep water area in the center, making it even more difficult to fish.

Wow!

The water splashed, and another fish was stabbed. The fish struggled and began to scatter.

The fish caught was a thin middle-aged man, only about one meter and seventy meters tall, and a clear eastern hole.

Around him, the two tall Europeans both had their eyes lit up, looked at each other, and then they slowly rushed over with a weird smile on their faces.

Although humans are the leader of all things, the blood of wild beasts flows in their bodies, and their nature of prey on the weak has never changed.

Especially in this mysterious space full of unknowns, threatened by hunger, this nature is infinitely magnified.

It seemed that he felt the threat from two European men. The middle-aged man turned sharply and walked quickly towards the pool without waiting for the two of them to approach.

"stop."

"Don't run!"

At this time, the two European men were also anxious. They finally waited for such an opportunity to meet a soft persimmon, so how could they let go? They couldn't help but shout in unison, following closely, without any concealing their covetousness.

This scene did not attract much attention, after all, this situation would happen every certain time.

Only those who snatched the fish, had enough food and drink, and were resting by the pond, really paid attention to it, with the expression on their faces watching the show.

The middle-aged man did not run away. After walking quickly into the pool, he slowly turned around in the surprised eyes of the two European men and faced the two people who were chasing him quickly.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The middle-aged man swung the wooden stick in his hand casually. The fish at the tip immediately slapped it and fell to the ground, and Yu Zizheng moved his body.

It seemed that they were frightened by the sharpness in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and the two European men slowed down and their faces became solemn.

"Are you sure you want to steal my fish?"

The middle-aged man is neither humble nor arrogant. Facing two big men who are above him, he does not show any fear.

One face hesitated and frowned, while the other person was hesitant, but when he saw the fish jumping at the middle-aged man's feet, he was even more hungry and fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, I want this fish."

He shouted loudly, clenched his fists and raised his feet, obviously preparing to rob with force.

"court death!"

He spoke lightly like a self-talking, and the middle-aged man's face darkened. The next moment, his body stood quietly like an arrow from a string. He stepped forward with a arrow, and his right wooden stick stabbed out like lightning.

puff!

The wooden stick goes quickly and collects faster. The sharp tip carries a ray of blood and quickly retracts it.

"Um, um..."

The European man was trembling all over, pressing his hands between his neck, and red blood kept spraying out along his fingers.

In her eyes, there was endless fear, and her pupils slowly contracted, and a dead aura spread throughout her body.

"Bang!"

The tall European man fell heavily to the ground, and his strong body twitched slightly from time to time.

A bloody incident occurred by the pool for the first time, and it was a living life.

For a moment, the entire pool was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man. Looking at his calm expression, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Expert!

Inside and outside the pool, several people looked gloomy and looked at the middle-aged man with a hint of solemnity.

A life ended in his own hands, but the middle-aged man regarded it as normal. He waved the wooden stick in his hand and skewed the fish on the ground again.

"Do you still want this fish?"

Looking at the European man whose face was pale due to fear, the middle-aged man whispered and slowly approached.

"No, no, I don't want to, don't kill me, don't..."

His face was frightened, and he shouted no matter how often, and his steps kept retreating.

Finally, under the invisible pressure of the middle-aged man, the European man turned around and ran away. He wanted to leave this place of fear of death and escape from the sight of the middle-aged man, the god of killing as soon as possible.

Walking quietly to the edge of the pond and peeling the fish clean, the middle-aged man slowly walked to a place where he could rely on and started eating slowly.
Chapter completed!