Gu Mian didn't let Fatty carry on for too long before he glanced at the panel.
The translucent game panel was still counting down incessantly. The number on the panel had now changed from "10" to "8".
They had to leave this instance in eight seconds; whether they wanted to or not, they would be kicked out.
Fatty's voice could still be heard from the side, "This game is too damn clever! So it crashed a few instances—did they really need to make such a fuss and launch an Anti-crash System? They might as well just call it the Anti-Gu Mian System!"
Presumably to save time, Fatty spoke very quickly, his words a RAT-A-TAT-TAT stream without any punctuation.
Gu Mian swore this was the fastest he had ever heard anyone speak.
Fatty was still looking down at Chen Beidou in the trunk.
The trunk wasn't large to begin with. One person could be stuffed inside, but there wouldn't be much space left.
