The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

The bald man touched his shiny head and said, "There's a show going on over there. It might be a little bloody. If you're scared, just cover your eyes."

Ai Wanxin said in a pinched voice: "What kind of performance is so bloody? I'm so scared."

The bald man chuckled and didn't tell the whole story. He just said, "Well, it's just a fight between men. You know, when a group of men are together, it's inevitable that they get a little angry."

Ai Wanxin narrowed her eyes. Those people just now were clearly shouting to kill him, and this guy said it was a performance. Now you tell me it was just a fight, you are kidding.

However, she did not ask any more questions. The two of them walked through the enthusiastic crowd that surrounded them in three layers. From time to time, people waving their arms excitedly almost bumped into Ai Wanxin, but she dodged them calmly.

The bald man turned his head and whispered, "When you meet Master Xiong later, I will tell you what I say. Just follow my words and don't let anything slip, or you won't be able to stay here."

Ai Wanxin ignored him. Through the gaps in the crowd, she could see the situation in the venue clearly.

A one-armed man covered in blood was covering the broken end of his arm and staring at the opposite side.

He looked to be in his twenties, with dark skin and a very short haircut. Due to the pain and blood loss, it was difficult for him to stand up straight, but his eyes were filled with a strong fighting spirit like a lone wolf trapped in despair.

Ai Wanxin's eyes fell on his camouflage military pants and hard-soled military boots. He was a soldier...

The bald man led her around the crowd and came to a ten-meter square earthen platform. Two tall and strong men carrying submachine guns were guarding the steps.

The bald man leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, but the cheers from the audience drowned out his voice.

Ai Wanxin turned her gaze back to the field. The view here was excellent. Even though the crowd was extremely excited by the blood, no one was crowding over here, so she easily saw the other "person" in the field.

It is difficult to determine whether it is still a human being because its head and torso have turned into the appearance of a crocodile.

Except for its limbs, its entire body was covered with thick scales. A long and thick tail dragged on the ground behind its buttocks. A hideous and ugly long snout protruded from its huge head. Blood dripped from its jagged teeth, making shallow round pits on the yellow earth.

Could it be a mutant animal-human fusion like Academician Yang?

"Girl, girl, let's go upstairs?" The bald man kept pulling Ai Wanxin's attention back from the scene.

She turned around and saw that the man who had been guarding the stairs had made way and was looking her up and down with his slimy eyes.

Ai Wanxin slowly stepped onto the steps and looked around. In the middle of the platform stood a large steel chair. A burly man was sitting on it with his arms and legs spread out. When he saw someone coming up, he raised his eyes slightly and looked over.

He had a square face, his head was half the size of an average person's, but his eyes were very small, hidden under a pair of mournful brows, and his eyeballs moved slowly with Ai Wanxin's steps.

The bald man ran forward, nodded and said, "Master Xiong, this is my sister. I lost contact with her before, but I didn't expect that she is not dead and found me here by accident. I thought if she wants to live here, she has to ask for your permission first."

Xiong Erda looked at Ai Wanxin for a full minute before hooking his finger and saying, "Come here."

Ai Wanxin stood there without moving.

The bald man was anxious, and ran back to her side, whispering: "What are you doing? Master Xiong is calling you, hurry over."

Ai Wanxin smiled and said, "Are you the leader here?"

Xiong Erda frowned and raised his right hand, and the boiling crowd off the court quickly quieted down.

He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, and a rough voice rang out: "You are not his sister."

"You're right, I'm not his sister."

"I came here because my prophecy ball told me a prophecy about you." Ai Wanxin said with a smile.

The bald man's eyes widened and he shouted, "What did you promise me?!"

Xiong Erda sneered and said, "Prophecy? I don't believe in that."

"Do you believe it?" he asked loudly.

"Hahahaha-"

"Prophecy hahahahahaha——"

"Now there are not only mutants, but also witches, hahahahahaha——"

The crowd roared with laughter.

Ai Wanxin raised her hand calmly, and the star ball suddenly appeared in her palm.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

This transformation of the ball into a live ball is indeed a bit scary.

Xiong Erda sat up straight, his face darkening.

Ai Wan turned to the bald man and said, "My prophecy ball. Whoever can touch it will be the most powerful person in the world in the future. Do you want to try it?"

The bald man looked at Xiong Erda hesitantly, and when he saw him nod, he carefully extended his hand.

As expected, his stubby five fingers passed straight through the star ball.

"Huh?!" The bald man touched it again in disbelief, but still couldn't feel anything.

"what is this?"

"It's not really a prophecy ball, is it?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense, it's just a holographic image." A mixed discussion came from under the earthen platform.

Ai Wanxin loosened his grip, and the star ball fell on the platform with a "bang", creating a shallow pit.

The man who just said it was a holographic image fell silent instantly, his eyes widened and he shouted, "So weird? Let me touch it."

Xiong Erda raised his chin, and the man jumped up from under the platform in two steps.

He leaned over and reached out confidently, but of course he caught nothing.

"Uncle Xiong, I can't touch this thing!" He tried several times, but couldn't touch the star ball at all.

Ai Wanxin opened her hand, and the star ball appeared in her palm again in the blink of an eye.

"Do you want to try again?" she asked.

Xiong Erda waved his hand, and the bald man and the man who came later ran down from the stage swiftly.

He stood up, more than two meters tall, and walked in front of Ai Wanxin with heavy steps like a small mountain, and said in a deep voice: "This broken ball is indeed weird, but you said it can predict, what evidence do you have?"

Ai Wanxin pushed the star ball in front of his nose and said, "Aren't you curious whether you can dominate the world?"

"Of course he can. Master Xiong is a man of great talent and strategy. He is both civil and military. If Master Xiong can't do it, who else can?" someone below said in a sharp voice.

"Mr. Xiong, give it a try!" another person echoed.

Many people cheered, as if he had really touched it.

Xiong Erda's face became even darker. What a bunch of idiots.

He looked at the woman in front of him who was calmly pushing the broken ball right under his nose.

If you try to touch it but fail to do so, not only will your prestige be ruined, but your authority will also be greatly compromised.

If they don't touch it, they will feel that they are scared and cowardly, and their dignity will be greatly reduced.

This little girl put herself on the fire after just a few words. Who is she?