I'm really not Aquaman Omega

Hua Yan was still in a hurry to win over other people, and didn't make it difficult for them too much, just said with a smile:

"Mr. Gong, you can think about it again. The advantage is the qualification to settle in the fourth district and the immunity of the three of you!"

When Gong Zhengchu heard the words, a faint light flashed in his slender eyes, but he smiled and did not answer.

As Hua Yan walked, he said, "I'll come again in three days, Mr. Gong, please think about it."

The roar of the off-road vehicle gradually faded away, and the onlookers dispersed with satisfaction on their faces.

Xiaofeng looked at Gong Zhengchu, fearing that he would not be able to resist the temptation, tugged at his sleeve, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother..."

"It's okay, don't think too much." Gong Zhengchu picked up two bags of rice and walked into the room without looking back.

Yang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and was still cooking porridge. Seeing Xiaofeng still standing at the door, she asked suspiciously:

"Xiaofeng, come here! What is the immunity that Hua Yan said just now?"

"What, don't you know?"

Seeing Yang Xiu's confused face, Xiaofeng patiently explained:

"We hold a Roman scrimmage every year in the fifth arrondissement, and this year it's our favela's turn to send someone out."

It turns out that there are very few pastimes in the wasteland, and the mentality of many alphas has been distorted, so the upper layer came up with a stupid trick.

Every year, the residents of a fixed area send 1000 people to participate in a big fight.

The contestants were locked in a huge circular field and fought each other. The first [-] people who captured the flag were considered the winners and were rewarded generously.

As for the other 980 people, a large number of them died, and those who survived by chance will be forcibly injected with reagents to transform them into omega.

Yang Xiu became more frightened when he heard it, and asked in disbelief: "Such a cruel event is held every year?"

The prisoners in exile in the wasteland did all sorts of crimes, and it was no easy task to make them obedient.

Xiaofeng pursed his lips, shrugged, and explained:

"In this world, there are so many perverts, not to mention watching a group fight is a highly respected thing."

Yang Xiu greatly underestimated the viciousness of this group of alphas. Under years of oppression, their psychology has long been distorted.

In the fighting and booing, their tension and depression can be greatly released.

Therefore, the Roman melee is an annual event in the five regions, and there are countless alphas watching.

Yang Xiu turned pale with shock, and asked, "What about this year, who will be selected for the competition?"

"Except for those who voluntarily sign up, most of them are decided by lottery."

Yang Xiu heard what Hua Yan said about the immunity, as if a big stone was pressing on her heart, she asked in a sharp voice:

"Could it be... Could it be that we..." are the chosen ones?

Xiaofeng raised his youthful and handsome face, nodded with sparkling eyes and said, "I have been chosen."

Xiaofeng spoke lightly, but it fell on Yang Xiu's ears like a bolt from the blue.

Thinking of the thin Xiaofeng facing nearly a thousand murderous demons alone, the blood in Yang Xiu's whole body seemed to freeze.

Yang Xiu was numb all over, and said with a livid face: "No, this is absolutely not possible, you will..." You will die!

Xiaofeng pinched Yang Xiu's face, held her cheek, and said innocently:

"Don't worry, I can't die, at worst I'll be a modified omega."

These lunatics trapped in the wasteland are crazy about omega, and even secretly research on transforming omega.

Among them, the most outstanding achievement is the potion that can transform alpha or beta into omega.

However, what Xiaofeng didn't explain is that every year, there are so many people who die under the omega-modifying potion, and very few people can become fake omega.