[Lightning] tumbled to the ground and saw that [Fury] was still standing there motionless. White Hair immediately shouted in frustration, "Don't just stand there, get moving!"
With that, he aimed his gun at Fury, "Don't move, fatty, I'll send you off first. My gun can take people."
Alas, send the fatty off first, then run on his own.
White Hair felt incredibly bitter and angry inside, always ending up being the rear guard.
However, in less than a second, the fatty shouted in surprise, "Someone chasing you from behind? Are they strong?"
White Hair slapped his forehead, despair flashing in his eyes.
Even the Federation troops only held on for three seconds; how could they not be strong?
Damn teammate!
"Strong, very strong... they've killed a lot of people! I'm begging you, stop wasting time, please."
"That's easy, just throw me over there." The fatty said sincerely.
"Don't joke."
