"Stop, I give up!" Fatty sat on the ground, bruised and swollen, waving his hands repeatedly. His left eye socket was blackened, his somewhat swollen mouth corner occasionally sucking in a breath of cold air, and his face and body were covered with bruises and footprints.
Farley and Hei Ge stared at Fatty, panting heavily, their chests rising and falling rapidly. After a bout of fighting with Fatty, their bodies were exhausted and cramping, feeling as if they had fiercely fought with a humanoid Tyrannosaurus.
Although the scars on their bodies seemed fewer, they hadn't escaped unscathed; each of them had been punched twice and kicked once by Fatty. Taking a breath was painful.
This Fatty, he's practically a monster! To think the two strongest fighters of the Feiyang Republic were gathered in this study, yet had to join forces to defeat him. If word got out, the aces of the Double-headed Eagle Unit they trained would probably think it's an April Fool's joke!
