The entire main hall fell silent.
The chas of Cosmo and Long Tai bent over to the left and right, supporting their knees, looking around Fatty. Nearby, an infantryman ran over, peering into Cosmo's cha knee, tiptoeing to look in. Even Baz climbed up from the chaotic Heaven's Punishnt. The Ranger, with its head already smashed to pieces, walked over to Fatty's side. The cockpit cover of the cha popped open, and Baz peered curiously over with a face full of wonder.
"Wow, it's real!"
A few people surrounded the control cabin, crystal-like, pointing and exclaiming in wonder.
"Is it made of gold?!" Baz picked his nose with his finger.
"I don't think so; it looks like it's made of lead." The infantryman was closest, almost pressing his face against the transparent canopy.
"You two need so common sense, alright? Gold or lead, how heavy would that be? Look at this guy's neck, it's as thin as a quail's, could he handle it?" Cosmo sneered.
"It's pitiful; he must have so kind of brain ailnt that requires a skull replacent." Baz smacked his lips.
"If we gave him to Belchi and Shi Chengling, do you think they would dissect him?" Long Tai scratched his head and looked at Fatty.
Fatty snorted disdainfully: "Do you even need to ask? Has anything ever remained intact in their hands?"
Everyone thought about it and nodded their heads.
Baz's gaze moved down along Anmon's body: "The big head is tal; do you think his little head might also be tal?"
Everyone was montarily stunned... Facing each other, Fatty hesitated and said, "Should we... take a look?"
Anmon could only faint away.
To him, this was nothing short of a nightmare. The Judgent Legion appeared in every corner of the war map, and among them, perhaps he was the most pathetic. The grand plans he once imagined, the imagined unhindered stride, the imagined heroic fight against the odds, hadn't even started before it was all over. There's nothing more disheartening than a hero running out of breath........
How did God create such a Fatty, and such an equally wicked group of bastards around him?!
The most incomprehensible thing to Anmon was how this Fatty managed to dismantle the cha's anti-tamper asures, which were so secure that even he dared not casually touch them. In that mont, his actions were like a butcher carving an ox, and the cha was completely dismantled without any resistance. Anmon swore that even the chief chanic in the base probably didn't possess the skills that this Fatty had!
In the instant he fainted, he suddenly rembered when he was a child, running on the muddy farm path.
"Get out of the way! Akse civilian!"
The sound of the hunting-specialized off-road flying car whizzed past, still ringing so loudly in his ears. The noble emblem on the car, featuring a red tulip squirrel, remained so clear.
Because of that voice, he desperately resented that small town, resented his identity, and desperately wanted to make sothing of himself...... it was no longer possible. Ever since he had this tal skull, he could never go back.
In fact, he really wanted to go back.....
Among tens of thousands of spectators, nearly a third had left under the forced evacuation by Feiyang soldiers. The remaining two-thirds stood quietly on the high stands, watching the waiting area below.
From when Parkinson was killed by Baz to now, it was like watching a movie with an unpredictable plot. The open and covert conflicts between the Feiyang people and Leray people, the life-and-death struggle between young bandit army cha knights and four renowned super chanics, the sudden attack by this mysterious Tai Sect Knight on the high ranks of Fei Alliance Mars Front Army, and the Fatty jumping down from the box seat, and this final, shalessly sneaky act of playing dead..... the thrills left them breathless, like fish in a drained pond.
The final winners were still the bandit army. These guys were surrounding the unfortunate ch Knight, arguing one after another.
The topic of argunt seed to be about taking off pants?!
Many spectators near the exit, though driven by Feiyang soldiers, kept looking back every few steps.
This tournant was the most exciting and thrilling they had ever seen.
Kirburn died, Nakagawa Daiki died, Hariman died, and it seed that Mars of the past had been buried in this instant. History was unfolding a new page in front of them. This feeling of witnessing history was incredibly intense.
And the ones making history were the bandit army, this still-mysterious group.
All the plans of the Feiyang people had fallen through; the bandit army had forcefully announced their presence, showcasing their power. What kind of miracles will this group, which continues to create miracles, produce in the future?!
Everything was so full of anticipation.
Looking back while tiptoeing, they could no longer see anything, and many spectators simply quickened their pace.......This once-in-a-millennium competition, they were actually witnesses, with so many stories to boast to family and friends. If they didn't walk fast, they feared they might fall ill with anticipation!
The crowd exited toward the exit, and Margaret quickly dashed out of box number nine, down the stairs, against the crowd, charging towards the waiting area amid the salutes of Feiyang soldiers. What elegance or mannerism, she couldn't care less at this mont...... Among these hundreds of thousands of people, only she and that Fatty knew what this cha ant to the Fei Alliance!
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