When he returned to Siler's old house in the city, Fatty felt that he only had half a life left.
After struggling for most of the night, worrying and fearing, thinking and working hard, and running for more than ten miles carrying the little girl who was lazier than him, the fat man couldn't bear it no matter how strong he was.
The most important thing is that enduring hardship has never been Mr. Mai’s specialty!
As soon as he entered the room, he used his last strength to pull off Zhuzhu, which was still clinging to his back, and threw it aside. He straightened himself on the chair and assumed a posture of never moving again.
Sometimes, the more tired the body is, the less willing the mind is to rest.
Looking at the getting brighter sky outside the window, the fat man who gradually calmed down his breathing reflected: "Why haven't I left yet? Why did Siler insist on going back to the old house despite the advice again and again? There are obvious risks here, and I still have to follow them back. ? Why do you still want to wade into this muddy water even though you know that the Siler family is definitely in trouble and meddling in their own business will definitely get you into trouble?"
"Is it because I covet other people's beauty? Or is it because of the look in the eyes of the dumb couple before they died?! No way! Are you kidding?!" The fat man was very confused.
"Uncle Orange! I'm hungry!" Zhuzhu ignored the fat man's confused, complicated and bad mood, yawned and shouted very straightforwardly.
"You want to tell me when you're hungry?!!!" The fat man cursed while holding the black line on his forehead.
"Ms. Silaire, do you hear that? Your child is hungry, and so am I! Get some food quickly, we have to take a break before leaving. Again, we must not stay here for too long." The fat man said weakly.
Listening to the fat man's words, a red cloud actually floated on Siler's fair cheek, and she whispered: "Eat, eat?! Oh! What do you want to eat?"
"Huh?!" Looking at the beauty's embarrassed look, he glanced at her slender white hands, adding a few more black lines to the fat man's forehead, "No way! Doesn't it look like he can't even cook? Just because you're good-looking, you don't have to know how to cook? You're cruel!" He held back the words.
"Well! Okay! Great! Don't you have to pack something important? Hurry up! I'll get some food. Alas! It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others, not to mention there is no time to delay any more." The fat man was full of resentment. As he spoke, he put on a stinky face and pushed himself up reluctantly.
After hearing this, Xi Laer's cheeks turned even redder, not daring to face the disgust on the fat man's face. "Zhuzhu, take uncle to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat. I'll go and clean it up." She finished hurriedly. , and turned around.
Not long after, Silaire turned around. She changed into a breezy short dress and carried a small backpack, adding a bit of heroism to her softness.
What she didn't know was that she actually held a small pot of plant in her hand. The plant only had two small dark green leaves, holding eight or nine purple-red fruits.
At this moment, her little mouth was slightly open and she was looking at the dining table in front of the fat man in astonishment.
The fat man was really amazing. He actually managed to cook up several steaming foods in a very short period of time with his rich imagination.
The surprised look on Siler's face was a feast for the fat man's eyes, but he really had no time to worry about it now, he was just busy fighting for it with Zhuzhu, and the battle was so fierce.
"This is yours, eat it quickly!" The fat man pushed a plate of neatly arranged food to Xiler, grabbed a piece of rice cake from Zhuzhu's eyes with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth. But I secretly muttered in my heart: "I said I wanted to take something important, but I didn't see any real money! That little baggage looked like it didn't have much weight. Besides, do I need to take a pot of flowers with me when I escape? I really --go!"
Silaire felt warm in his heart, nodded gratefully to the fat man, sat down steadily, and started eating slowly. At the same time, he also secretly reminded Zhuzhu with his eyes not to eat and grab too much!
"That you, I say, you'd better eat quickly! We have to leave quickly!" While the fat man was eating fiercely, he looked at Silaire's graceful and graceful eating look. He was really worried and couldn't help but urge.
Listening to the fat man's words, Silaire put down the food and said softly: "Why are you always in a hurry to leave? We agreed to meet Daddy Quinn here!" After saying that, her expression darkened and she used more words. The light voice continued: "If you really want to leave. Then, why don't you leave first!"
Looking at the fat man's slightly wrinkled eyebrows, Siler avoided his gaze, lowered his head slightly and explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just think it's really troublesome for you. You not only saved Zhuzhu, but also saved Zhuzhu." You have killed all of us. You have also escorted us all the way back here. You have done enough for us, and there is really nothing you can do for us in return. If you want to leave, then just leave. I am really afraid of causing trouble for you again."
"Does this count as burning bridges? Now I'm afraid that I will be implicated. Why did I go there earlier? What's the point of saying this?!" After listening to Silaire's words, especially when I heard that she replaced "you" with Fatty felt very unhappy after becoming "you". But then he thought, if he got off the road now and took the opportunity to leave first, it would be a good way to avoid trouble later.
Everyone has compassion, but rescuing people in distress also requires strength, and it depends on what it is about!
The fat man thought about it and stood up to leave according to Silaire's words. Suddenly, he found that in just a blink of an eye, Zhuzhu had fallen asleep leaning against him.
As soon as the fat man's upper body moved slightly, he saw the little girl's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the little head leaning on the crook of his arm seemed to be closer to her.
"This scene is somewhat similar to the time when I was hit by a fireball." The fat man didn't know what he was feeling in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether the little girl really fell asleep or was pretending again. Anyway, this body is unable to stand up due to the Zhuzhu patch!
Whatever! It’s better not to leave yet!
However, it’s okay not to leave, but you have to make your words clear.
"Your old house is not safe. We still have to leave as soon as possible!" The fat man temporarily put aside the idea of escape and said seriously.
Seeing that the fat man didn't seem to want to leave alone, Siler's originally gloomy pretty face glowed with an exciting light, and he looked at the fat man intently, waiting for him to continue.
Fatty's heart palpitated. Is this what it feels like to be valued and relied on? !
"First of all, since Baz and his gang can even find your residence in the mountains, they must also know the location of this old house. Seeing as they are determined to get it, unless they are completely wiped out by Quinn, they will definitely be there soon. Find here. Secondly, they had planned to search in the woods before, but suddenly returned and directly determined where we were hiding. Why? Either they discovered some flaw, or they received some tips. What if It's okay to find a flaw. If the class received a prompt, then who prompted them?" Under the gentle gaze of Xi Laer's beautiful eyes, the fat man relaxed and spoke his analysis calmly.
Silaire was silent, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and his eyes flickered with worry.
Seeing that Xi Laer did not immediately deny anything, the fat man's heart sank, and then he said decisively: "Since you also think there may be problems here, you must not stay in this place anymore. This is why I have repeatedly opposed your return. , we have to leave now."
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The fat man had no choice but to carry Zhuzhu, who could not be woken up, to the street. Silaire followed closely with the flower pot that he refused to let go of.
This time, Siler didn't insist anymore, and obediently followed the fat man out of the old house, preparing to find another place to hide and wait for the news.
Siler's old house was near Sifang Street. It was bright and there were already many pedestrians on the street. Many neighbors and store clerks who knew Xi Laer and her daughter greeted them, while casting curious glances at the tall, fat man, secretly speculating: "Could this be the Xi Laer man who was said to have been missing for many years and has never been seen?" A passing husband?"
The fat man's steps were hurried, and he had no time to pay attention to the strange and gossipy eyes around him. He just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Suddenly, a figure fell out sideways and almost bumped into him. It was Quinn, whose clothes were disheveled and his face was covered in blood.
Zhuzhu, who had just been sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up, "Grandpa Quinn!" she shouted, jumped down to the ground, and was about to run over, but was stopped by the fat man and pushed in front of Silaire who was following him!
"Dad Quinn! How are you?" Siler hugged Zhuzhu and asked eagerly before catching up.
"No time to talk! I can't get rid of them! Let's go! They are coming!" Old Quinn said quickly.
There were many people around who knew Old Quinn. Seeing his appearance, they all gathered around and wanted to help, but for a while they blocked the road.
"Get out of the way!" A cloud of dust arose, and everyone was forcibly dispersed. Qiu Dun, Baz, and two big men had already blocked the way of Fatty and others.
At this time, Qiu Dun looked very embarrassed. There was no blood on his sallow cheeks, and the right half of his body was stained red with blood.
Seeing Qiu Dun's appearance, the fat man felt a little relieved. Looking at the other three people, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Baz was seriously injured. There was a jagged iron clamp embedded in his left leg, which was dripping with blood. At this moment, he was holding a machete and staring at the fat man with cannibalistic eyes. The scar on his face looked particularly ferocious.
The other two big men also glared at the fat man. They were even worse. One wore a thorny hook around his waist, and the other had an iron thorn buckle nailed to his foot. Although the two men were still holding weapons, they were already a little shaky and needed to support each other to barely stand still. It looked like they had very little fighting strength left.
"Emma! Scared! But! The effect is not bad!" The fat man was a little scared, but also a little excited. He opened his eyes and carefully looked at the objects on the bodies of Baz and the other three, knowing that the legacy he had left during his previous escape had worked wonders. This action made the three Baz people even more angry, and they were about to rush forward desperately.
These gadgets are all tools that Fatty figured out when he was free at home. They were originally just instruments with a firing device, but after his "painstaking" improvements, their power cannot be underestimated.
What's even more terrible is that once it is tricked, it will be extremely difficult to dismantle it unless you are someone who is familiar with the tricks of the mechanism. Fatty had only experimented with some wild beasts in the past, but this was the first time he had used it on real people.
"It's so overwhelming! It won't end, right? If I don't show off my power, you'll just think I'm easy to bully, right? Wow! Let's end it right here!" This time, the fat man didn't try to escape. Uncharacteristically, he said He started to tremble out of habit and said arrogantly.
"Quinn, the old man, looks scary, but actually he doesn't have any fatal wounds on his body! If he starts to attack soon, how can he and Churton hurt both of them?! Judging from the current situation of Baz and the three of them, But he may not be your opponent, Mr. Mai!" The fat man quickly made a judgment on the current strength comparison between the two sides.
From the beginning, he didn't like Quinn, an old man who always had a sullen face, so he naturally didn't care about his life or death. In addition, the fat man certainly kept a distance from the injection master, but when it came to fighting with people other than the injection master, he was still somewhat confident!
Unexpectedly, the fat man would suddenly be so tough. Everyone present who was familiar with his past behavior couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhuzhu's view of Uncle Orange has greatly changed, and little stars of admiration are already shining in her beautiful brown eyes. This kid is also a militant and has no idea what it means to be afraid.
The fat man trembled, his body suddenly swayed, he rushed forward and kicked the two big men who were supporting each other over, and then shouted: "Look at your feet!"
Fighting can also be divided into several forms. Some are talking first and then doing it, or just doing it after saying it. Fatty's habit is - do it first and then do it.
After finishing off the two big men in the blink of an eye, the fat man immediately pounced on Baz, who had not yet recovered.
Quinn didn't expect Fatty to be so agile in his movements and so experienced in fighting. Without any hesitation, he hurriedly opened his stance towards Qiu Dun, his body glowing with blue light.
Although there were many people who were familiar with Old Quinn around, none of them knew his identity as an injection master. They quickly dispersed in admiration and watched the excitement with wide eyes. After all, fights between injection masters were not that common!
Baz had just blocked the punch from the fat man in a hurry. He felt that the power was very heavy, and he was shocked to realize that the fat man's kick had already hit his lower body. It was too late to swing the knife, so he hurriedly turned sideways, but there was a clamp on his leg, which made it difficult to move. Although he avoided the vital part of his lower body, he still received a hit on his inner thigh. He had to take two quick steps back before he could stand still, and there was a sudden pain in his legs.
"Everyone stop it! The royal guards are here, who dares to act arrogantly!" Amidst loud shouts, more than forty knights in black armor and white robes galloped towards them. Each knight's armor has a large bird embroidered on the left chest, which is the crested goshawk, the symbol of the Suriel Kingdom.
The leading knight is around thirty years old. He has bright eyes and a handsome face with sharp edges. He looks brave, strong and full of masculinity. The goshawk patterns on the chests of the others were all silver, but this man was the only one who had golden ones. At first glance, he was the leader of this group of knights.
As a member of the Telji Federation envoy, Baz had already recognized the person as Major General Deng Pula of the Suril Royal Guards. He secretly screamed at this moment, because this operation was not an aboveboard mission. Now that we have seen the decisive moment, we really don’t want Su Lier’s official personnel to get involved. Once handled improperly, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Fatty accurately caught Baz's momentary panic expression, and immediately judged that what Baz and others did this time was something shady.
"That'll be easy!" The fat man was secretly happy. He didn't care who was shouting "stop". If you told him to stop, he would stop. Who are you? ! Whoever stops first will suffer the consequences, do you understand?
Baz, who stopped his hand, was punched in the face by the fat man, and was thrown to the ground in a spin. Then he felt like someone was riding on him, and a huge fist struck him violently.
The "bang bang" sounds were as dense as a shower. Fatty's explosive power was astonishing, and his punches were so fast. In the blink of an eye, Buzz was left unable to fight back, and the knife in his hand was also knocked away.
It’s simply a human tragedy!
The fat man is a bit fat, and his fists are also a bit fat, with a lot of flesh. The direct pain on the body is not very strong, but the power of each punch can penetrate into the body, shaking Baz's internal organs as if they are out of place, and It always hits the place where the pain is most unbearable.
For Buzz, this was a long ordeal, but for onlookers, it all happened in a flash of light.
"Bold! Don't stop yet?! Get it for me!" Templeton shouted in anger.
No wonder the major general is unhappy.
You must know that Su Lier's royal guards have always had a respected status. They are the queen's personal guards. Ordinary people cannot even see them in normal times. If I hadn't been ordered by the Queen to investigate the explosion that occurred on Sifang Street last night, where would I have had the time to care about these street fights?
What's annoying is that not only did the fat man not obey the instructions to stop, but he became more and more addicted to beatings. How can this be tolerated? It’s simply lawless!
"Huh? Why does that guy who was beaten like a pig's head look familiar? Why does it look like he is the captain of the Telji Federal Mission Guard named Baz?!" When Temple was concentrating on identifying, the fat man The blows had ceased with contentment.
"Everything must be done in moderation!" This is a principle that Fatty highly respects.
"Report, sir, I, we caught, um! A group of kidnappers!" The fat man was tired after fighting for a long time. Panting, he straightened up and spoke solemnly to Temple, who was riding on a tall horse.
"How about a military salute?!" the fat man thought naively.
