His face was already pale, and the big particles of cold sweat were constantly running down his forehead, thinking only about how to protect the leaf ink.

He has a bitter taste in his mouth, but he is cruel in his heart. Today, anyway, he should protect the people in the car. He is a man and can do it.

With this in mind, some of the shriveled hearts are not afraid. Looking at the complacent fat man, he flies over and hugs his partner's fat waist, screams and throws people to the ground, waves his fists and greets them desperately in the face.

Fat man is also a little...