"Wala wala...!" Before Chen Mo could react, the middle-aged man suddenly rattled off a string of gibberish to his companions. The three of them then formed a triangular formation and surrounded Chen Mo.
The middle-aged man was taking advantage of Chen Mo's inability to understand his language, openly issuing commands during the battle.
Chen Mo could only curl his lips. So what if he could not understand? Judging from the movements of the three men, he could still tell what they intended to do.
The three of them simultaneously pulled out several strange hollow tubes, each about as thick as a child's arm and roughly fifty centimeters long. They pointed the openings at Chen Mo and began chattering away.
Chen Mo saw streams of mist spray from those strange objects and gather around him. This time, an enormous amount of mist had been released, clearly visible to the naked eye.
The mist was extremely cold and sinister. The openings of the hollow rods held by the three men were already covered in white frost. As the White Mist spread and more mist continued to spray out, the temperature throughout the courtyard plummeted in a short time. Beneath the blazing sun, it felt like the dead of winter.
The fellows lying on the ground had fainted, and the instant the mist touched them, they were frozen into ice pops.
Chen Mo merely frowned and stopped paying attention to those lying on the ground. None of them were good people anyway. So what if they were frozen into ice pops? Perhaps turning these fellows into ice pops was a good deed for society.
Thus, he simply stood there and watched the three men work, making no move to stop them.
As for the falling temperature, he felt no discomfort at all.
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