Chương 228: The Ninth Game: Food and Provision 9

As the wind howled more fiercely around Wen Nannan, she noticed that the figures below were getting smaller as they moved farther away. The realization tightened her nerves instantly.

Suddenly, the machines above halted their ascent, detached from the main group, and descended back toward the food street.

Wen Nannan was the only one among the sixty people being returned. She was just like everyone else, except for the arm hoop on her wrist. Was this arm hoop really a protective charm?

Wen Nannan couldn't help but look at it. The glaring golden arm hoop on her wrist caught everyone's eye, drawing their gazes as if it were a beacon.

She stopped for just a moment, and around her, more and more players gathered. They form a circle, intentionally or unintentionally. The desire to snatch the arm hoop was almost written on their faces.

The sense of danger was palpable, and Wen Nannan was acutely aware that the arm hoop was a magnet for envy and greed.