Fatty was indeed on the run.
Even though he considered himself quite a legendary Fatty, under the pursuit of thousands of Mechas, he could only run away.
"What a mess!" Fatty was in tears, sobbing until he was weak all over.
He had completed the seemingly impossible task of assassinating Stephen. The dangers along the way had long worn away his desire to stay longer.
Just thinking about that shot still made Fatty fearful. In fact, when he was hiding in the mud, he embarrassingly peed. Half of it was due to holding it in, and the other half was out of fright. At that time, the Patrol Team was just fifteen meters away from him.
Fifteen meters, that barely counts as a distance! That was practically right under their nose! Fatty still didn't understand why he took that shot, why he was so foolish!
Could this be the self-inflation that comes with a bit of skill? Fatty wanted to slap himself hard; it was simply an unforgivable mistake!
