Chapter 120: Heh, Women!
Before their eyes stretched a vast, open plain. A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of earth, made the shallow grass ripple like waves.
When Mo Fei drove the off-road vehicle here, it ran out of gas.
Mo Fei's spatial ring contained firearms, food, Water, cash... but no gasoline.
So they could only get out of the car and walk.
"There might be a tough fight ahead. Do you want guns?" Mo Fei asked, pulling out two silver-white Berettas from his lower back.
"No, no!" Spencer and Dave shook their heads repeatedly, refusing.
"What about you two?" Mo Fei looked at Bethany and Mikayla.
"I don't know how to use it, so what would I do with it? What if it accidentally goes off and hits one of us? That would be the end of it," Bethany said lazily.
"I don't need one either," Mikayla also shook her head.
"Alright then, be careful and stay close to me," Mo Fei shrugged and put the guns back.
The five of them walked together.
After crossing this plain, there would be a forest at the end, and after passing through the forest, they would reach the next checkpoint, a market.
"Mo Fei Young man, do you mind getting a new girlfriend?" Bethany asked as they walked.
Arriving in this unfamiliar World, without anyone to rely on, and constantly facing mortal danger, Mo Fei, who had immediately displayed formidable combat prowess, had deeply moved Bethany.
And he even saved me! Don't they all say that a life-saving kindness should be repaid with one's self?
Glancing at Mikayla's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, Mo Fei smiled and said, "Yes, I do mind!"
"Then do you mind having an extra girlfriend?"
Mo Fei: "..."
Mikayla: "..."
"Uncle!" Mikayla glared fiercely at Bethany, then stared at Mo Fei, letting out a low growl from her throat.
That little expression seemed to say, if you dare to agree, I'll tear you apart.
"Haha!" Seeing Mikayla's adorable jealous look, Mo Fei smiled and ruffled her hair, then turned to Bethany and said, "Let's discuss that question after you get your body back."
"Mikayla, a boyfriend needs to be kept with charm, not by coercion! If your own charm isn't enough, no matter how many tricks you try, at most you'll only keep his body, but not his heart," Bethany said lazily, giving Mikayla a provocative look. "What's wrong with a charming man like Young man having a few more girlfriends?"
"I'm not like you, with extensive relationship experience, so I can't be as open-minded. In my view of relationships, a boyfriend and girlfriend means a one-on-one relationship," Mikayla suppressed her anger, thought for a moment, and retorted with an elegant posture.
"Oh no!" Bethany thought to herself, realizing her mistake. She knew that Asians were generally more reserved emotionally and disliked girls with too much relationship experience.
Just as Bethany was thinking about how to retort... a Rocket-propelled grenade, trailing a long fiery tail, roared towards them, kicking up a scorching wave. It passed directly between Mo Fei, Mikayla, Bethany, and Spencer, Dave.
Accompanied by an earth-shattering boom, the Rocket-propelled grenade exploded, and thick smoke, like a sweeping sandstorm, rose into the sky, accompanied by the vibrant crimson flames that bloomed like enchanting and beautiful cluster amaryllis, vying for splendor.
The students, including Bethany, were stunned. Having lived in a peaceful environment for so long, when had they ever witnessed an RPG Rocket-propelled grenade explosion with their own eyes?
"Prepare for battle; the slaughter is about to begin."
Mo Fei took out his golden Desert Eagle and calmly looked towards the end of the plain, where small monsters riding motorcycles and carrying RPGs were speeding towards them from the forest.
"Twenty of them? That's not too many," Mo Fei counted the numbers with a calm expression. Compared to the thick-skinned hippos, killing people was much easier for Mo Fei.
A Desert Eagle shot to a person's body would either kill or cripple them, but a shot to a hippo's body might not even penetrate its thick layer of fat.
Seeing another Rocket-propelled grenade approaching, Mo Fei raised his hand and fired a shot, using a single bullet to directly detonate the opponent's RPG. In mid-air, fragments splattered and a sea of Fire surged.
"Don't run around, everyone get down. I'll handle these people," Mo Fei instructed, holding a golden Desert Eagle in one hand and a silver-white Beretta 92F in the other, and charged directly forward.
Even if they held AK47s and Rocket launchers, Mo Fei was not afraid of them in the slightest.
To be honest, these small monsters were at most at the level of ordinary Terrorists, probably not even reaching the lowest standard of an Assassin Alliance assassin. Did Mo Fei need to fear them?
They were walking in a line of five, and these people, using RPGs, managed to miss so widely... even when they swept them with AK47s, they almost all missed... utterly useless!
"Bang! Bang!"
The Desert Eagle bullets instantly blew two bloody holes in the heads of two motorcyclists. Blood splattered, and the powerful force directly knocked them out of their motorcycle seats, sending them crashing to the ground, lifeless.
But Mo Fei was a little confused; he hadn't heard the silly dog system's prompt. Could it be that those two weren't dead yet?
That's impossible!
Mo Fei had full confidence in his marksmanship.
"Is it because this is the Jumanji World? Are they not real people?" Mo Fei muttered.
Raising his hand, he fired a bullet that blew up an incoming Rocket-propelled grenade. Mo Fei advanced slowly with a detached expression, eliminating the approaching bikers one by one with his shots.
Perhaps because the opponents were just ordinary small monsters, they clearly lacked fear. Facing a super killer like Mo Fei, who seemed inhuman, not a single one of them fled the battle.
Mo Fei didn't care whether they ran or not; for him, these people were just a matter of one more shot or one less shot.
"Wow, he's so manly!" Lying on the ground, Bethany watched Mo Fei's indifferent back as he slowly walked forward. His straight back and handsome shooting posture made Bethany involuntarily show a doting expression. She decided that she would find a way to win over this Young man.
As for Young man's current girlfriend being Mikayla... does that matter?
It doesn't matter!
Mikayla only now realized how formidable the uncle who always joked with her was. Facing twenty Terrorists with AK47s and Rocket-propelled grenades, the uncle could eliminate them so easily and handsomely.
Little stars also appeared in her eyes.
"Heh, women!"
Spencer and Dave, the two good friends, exchanged glances and couldn't help but let out long sighs.
Comparing people is maddening; comparing goods makes you want to discard them!
They were all human, so why was it that not only was the other person more handsome, but his combat power was also so high?
Can't you give us ordinary guys a chance to live?
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