If that was the case, then as Black had said, Fatty might have been teleported out of the ruins.
The Red Beam burned.
The white beam teleported.
Fatty's personal demonstration had given Mu Fan new information.
But what Mu Fan didn't know was that Fatty had also tested the effects of two other beams, only he never got the chance to tell him.
The yellow beam corroded.
The green beam healed.
This truly was a ruin filled with miracles.
Splash... splash...
Another sound came from the entrance of the water tunnel above.
A shout filled with endless resentment exploded through the air. "You dead fat bastard, I'm going to skin you alive today!"
Bang!
A figure shaped like a squat winter melon rode in on a hoverboard, surfing the wind and waves.
He crashed into the pool, splashing Mu Fan from head to toe.
The short mercenary's vicious eyes landed on Mu Fan. He raised his right hand and aimed an oversized Sand Wolf Handgun at Mu Fan's head.
"Tell me. Where is that fat bastard?"
"...You're courting death..."
Looking at the pitch-black muzzle, Mu Fan's face instantly turned cold and indifferent.
A dangerous aura began rising from him.
"I fucking asked you—"
Boom!
Mu Fan stepped down, shattering the reef beneath his feet. His body became a blur as he delivered a heavy, powerful kick to the short mercenary's chest.
Crack. Before the short mercenary could finish his sentence, his breastbone shattered completely, and he was sent flying backward.
With Fatty's fate unknown and his mood already foul, Mu Fan walked out of the water tunnel with murderous energy around him.
At the outskirts of the ruins, within the endless giant tree forest that blotted out the sky, a flash of white light appeared. A chubby figure