After Lightning rolled to a landing, White Hair saw that Berserker was still standing there without moving and immediately shouted in fury, "Don't just stand there! Get out of here!"
As he spoke, he aimed his gun at Berserker. "Don't move, Fatty. I'll send you away first. This gun of mine can transport people."
Sigh, he should send Fatty away first, then run himself.
White Hair felt exceptionally grief-stricken. He was just destined to bring up the rear.
Yet less than a second later, Fatty's delighted voice rang out. "Someone's chasing you from behind? Are they strong?"
White Hair slapped his forehead, despair flashing through his eyes.
Even the Federation troops had only held out for three seconds. How could they not be fucking strong?
What a useless teammate!
"Strong, very strong... They've killed so many people! I'm begging you, can you stop wasting time talking?"
"Then that's easy. Throw me over there," Fatty said earnestly.
"Don't mess around."
White Hair had already decided not to speak with Fatty anymore. He was afraid he would die of anger right here.
"I'm serious. I'm really powerful now. Hurry and throw me over there! You'll know once you throw me in. If I'm lying, I'm a pig."
Fatty was as excited as a child showing off a giant lollipop...
"Are you serious?" Hesitation flickered in White Hair's eyes. Fatty did not seem to be faking it.
"Of course! Hurry up, I can see them. Is that whole area full of them? Hahaha, throw me over there!" Fatty stared excitedly at the dark mass of the Beast Tide in the distance, his face flushed crimson with excitement.
"What the hell did you go through? How did you start liking SM?... Damn it, there's no time. I'm throwing you!"
There was no time to