"You... you are..." The captured Dual-Headed Barrel Man glared with wide eyes at the few Founding Seats surrounding him, a flash of astonishment crossed his face, but then it twisted back into ferocity, "You deserve to die!"
Barrel Man Xue Wubin.
In the calculations of the primordial spirit, the probability of trapping Xue Wubin was actually not very high, since such traps were really too naive, and Xue Wubin, who had merged with the meticulously bred S1 by the Raiders Group, could not be that unintelligent.
However, the reality was beyond Yu Liang's expectations.
"Maintain a safe distance." The Programmer inputted the code, adjusting the distance between Xue Wubin and everyone else, and also added a "reverse" command.
"Xue Wubin..." The Coach's gaze fell on Xue Wubin, his expression somewhat complicated.
"Haha, it really is you guys." Xue Wubin's face suddenly relaxed again, "Old friends, old friends."
