Sneaky Masterclass?
Jiang Siming, hiding in the lumberyard, remained undisturbed and conflict-free from the second zone all the way to the fourth zone.
This area had always been a safe zone, with great circles, so Jiang Siming didn't even need to move.
Jiang Siming leisurely drank his cola without anyone coming to bother him.
Meanwhile, Wei Shen and the other three were still struggling to escape the zone, while he had already taken a nap in the safe zone.
"If I had known, I would've followed Brother Jiang to mess around," Wang Duoyu muttered.
"Wang, what do you mean by that? Are you saying you don’t want to team up with me?" Wei Shen's eyes bulged like an ox's.
"No, no, that's not what I meant," Wang Duoyu gave up resisting.
Because if he chose to resist, Wei Shen would use his twenty-plus years of "training" as a tank to beat him into submission...
As it turns out, being fat has its perks, especially in a fight.