"Let's go, there's nothing worth watching. This guy is just a clown!"
"Instead of watching him transform, we should study the schedule for the upcoming matches."
Yang Yan said this and immediately grabbed Shiya Jie, preparing to leave.
Seeing this, the Red Tank, who was ready to go, roared angrily and charged directly at Yang Yan.
As he charged, he shouted:
"Kid, you think you can offend me and just walk away?"
"Fatty, how about you deal with this guy?"
Yang Yan glanced at Fatty beside him and said with a smile.
"No way!"
Fatty exclaimed, looking distressed and said:
"Boss, you know I'm just an intelligence gatherer."
"If this were a game, I'd be part of the support team."
"If you want me to fight this kind of guy, you might never see me again."
As he spoke, Fatty even squeezed out a few tears deliberately,
as if Yang Yan had wronged him badly.
"Uh..."
Seeing Fatty's shameless look, Yang Yan was completely speechless.
