In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

The sturdy man who was kicked away by Loen got up from the ground in a rather embarrassed manner, and looked at the former with fear in his eyes.

"Go back to where you came from."

Luo En crossed his arms over his chest and said coldly, "This is not a place for you to act wild."

Although the opponent's physique looks stronger than that of ordinary weed spirits, it is obviously not the result of self-training.

It seems that he may have taken some medicine to become so weak inside.

With just a few glances, Loen judged the nature of the burly man in front of him.

He can handle such a fellow with his bare hands.

Looking at the weeds and plants around, they are also embroidered pillows that are not presentable.

It's okay to bluff people with the advantage in numbers, but if you really meet someone strong, I'm afraid you won't be able to last even one round.

Of course, if these guys still don't appreciate his kindness, Loen wouldn't mind giving them a few bullets to give them a taste of his power.

The strong man was helped up by his younger brothers, but he still had no intention of leaving.

They were used to being domineering in the gathering place on a daily basis, so how could they swallow such a bad breath?

The meat porridge in the pot was still emitting an enticing aroma, which made the eyes of these hungry thugs sparkle.

"Boss, there's only one person on the other side. If we attack him with so many people, he will definitely not be able to withstand it."

A weed plant spirit came up to the sturdy man and whispered to him.

Another weed plant spirit also nodded and agreed, "Yeah, Boss, they say two fists are no match for four hands. I think if we all attack together, that guy will definitely not be his opponent."

The sturdy man's eyes were wandering, as if he was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

The fragrant meat porridge right in front of him aroused his appetite and made him eager to eat it.

I was just careless and didn't dodge just now. It was just that Luo En didn't follow the moral code of martial arts.

As long as you defeat this young man who jumps out from nowhere to "draw his sword to help", you can enjoy delicious food.

For a moment, the strong man couldn't help but feel moved.

Now it seems that the opponent is alone, while we have the advantage in numbers.

There is no need to worry that the wanderers around will come forward to help Loen. They are just a group of old, weak and sick people, and there is no need to worry about them at all.

If they still want to live in the university community, they know what to do and what not to do.

What's more, I have a trump card.

Thinking back to the things that the adult had personally rewarded him with, a sinister look appeared on the sturdy man's face.

Loen, who was not far away, obviously noticed his expression and secretly became alert.

[Just in case, it’s better to be prepared to shoot. ]

"Come on, teach him a lesson."

The determined sturdy man no longer hesitated and shouted orders to the younger brothers around him.

Upon hearing this, the weed spirits immediately grinned, took out their knives or daggers, and surrounded Loen.

Just as the strong man expected, the vagrants who were originally watching immediately hid far away, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Only Jerome and the staff at the soup kitchen remained standing, nervously watching what was happening before their eyes.

Eve was planning to step forward and fight alongside Lorne, but was stopped by the latter with a look.

If the young doctor in his own war courtyard got injured, he would probably be scolded to death by Norman when he returned.

Looking at the weed plant spirit gradually approaching him, Loen gave a disdainful smile.

He calmly took out two pistols from his waist, and the crisp sound of loading the guns was particularly clear.

Pointed at by two black gun muzzles, the weed plant spirits stopped instantly, not daring to take even one step forward.

"Let me see, which two lucky guys want to try to get a bullet through the head?"

Loen raised the muzzle of the gun, and the weed spirit he pointed at suddenly froze in place and began to tremble.

When the sturdy man saw the double guns in Loen's hands, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

The opponent turned out to be a pea-shooter plant spirit, and judging by the way he held the gun, he might be a federal soldier.

But he quickly regained his composure and tried to boost the morale of his men: "He only has two guns, what are you afraid of? Go ahead!"

The words sounded nice, but none of the weed spirits moved.

They were afraid that they would become the first pair of victims, and were reluctant to follow the strong man's orders to move forward.

The strong man was not afraid because it was not him who was pointed at by the gun!

On the contrary, the group of weed spirits that were being pointed at by guns knew very well that if they dared to get closer, the other party might really pull the trigger of the double guns in their hands.

"Tsk, they are indeed a bunch of bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong."

Seeing the weed spirits looking so timid, Loen couldn't help but curl his lips.

The two sides were in a stalemate, and the sturdy man's face became increasingly ugly.

At this moment, a heroic and delicate shout came from a distance, breaking the stalemate.

"Hey, what kind of skill is it to have a majority bully a minority?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a nine-section long whip as agile as a snake came over before its owner.

The long whip waved, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it hit a weed plant spirit hard.

The speed was so fast that even Loen couldn't catch the swift whip shadow.

With a miserable howl, the unfortunate weed spirit fell to the ground.

The knife in his hand was swept away by the whip, and a hideous wound with flesh torn apart appeared on his shoulder.

The visitor was a young girl dressed as a scout, youthful, agile and full of energy.

She has a delicate face, dignified facial features, and neat shoulder-length hair, which makes her look very smart.

She wears a longevity lock around her neck and a peace lock on her waist, and a scarlet outfit that perfectly sets off the green leaf hairpin on her head.

The cheeks, which still had some baby fat, were slightly red, making her look more like a sweet and soft little apple.

Playing with the confiscated knife in her hand, the scout girl swung the nine-section whip in her hand vigorously.

The long whip drew a sharp arc in the air, accurately brushing the noses of several weed spirits, bringing up a stinging wind pressure.

Then she swung the nine-section whip lightly, and it hit the ground heavily again, silently warning the sturdy man and his weed spirits not to act recklessly here.

"Such a surging spiritual power fluctuation...Seventh level?"

Luo En's pupils shrank slightly, and he was secretly amazed in his heart.

The unexpected "reinforcements" looked young, but they possessed at least seventh-level plant spiritual power.

Looking at the heroic scout girl in front of him, the strong man felt that bad luck had happened one after another today.

He gritted his teeth and tried to force the other party to retreat with words: "Little girl, this matter has nothing to do with you, it's best not to meddle in other people's business."

"Humph, what I despise most is bad guys like you who bully the weak. I'm really going to take care of this trivial matter today!"

Just as Loen expected, the scout girl was not at all scared off by the strong man's threats. Instead, she stood firmly on the same side with him.

"You don't have the guts to scavenge in the abandoned city, but you have the guts to commit crimes in the gathering place. How dare people like you still have the nerve to live in this world? It really opens my eyes!"

Every word the scout girl said was heart-piercing, and it completely broke the weaknesses of the weed plant spirits under the sturdy man, causing a comical scene of alternating blue and white on their faces.

"you you···"

The sturdy man couldn't think of any words to refute, so he could only breathe heavily and stare at Lorne and the scout girl with vicious eyes.

He quietly put one hand behind his back, took something out from his waist and held it tightly in his hand.