The squad behind was closely following the mine cart.
Fatty could hear the people behind them speaking. He vaguely caught phrases like 'provide satisfying footage for the viewers,' which made his buttocks hurt even more.
"Doctor," Fatty glanced at the overhead follow-up device, "are a lot of people watching and laughing at us right now?"
Gu Mian pushed his head back. "To correct you, they are not laughing at us; they are laughing at you."
After all, Fatty was the only one with two arrows in his buttocks.
Hearing this, Fatty's face soured. "The cart's tracks end at the tunnel mouth, right? We'll have to stop the cart then."
Although they had the Spirit Car, which Gu Mian could board and speed away in, getting off the mine cart would take time. That brief pause might allow the pursuers to riddle them with bullets.
At this moment, they heard some strange noises from the squad behind them again.
Fatty lifted his head, startled. "Are they getting closer to us?"
