When Zhao Dabao came over, Tang Zhen was sitting at the entrance of the underground city. He was drinking tea and chatting with fatty, who had just returned.
The blue sky, the green grass, and the pleasant fragrance of the flowers were a pleasant thing to do while drinking tea and chatting in such an environment.
At this moment, Fatty's face was covered in dust. The leather armor on his body that was made from the leather of a mutated Lord-tier monster was also full of signs of damage. It had actually gone through an intense battle.
"This feels good!"
Fatty didn't drink tea, but instead, he held a large cup of iced wine and drank it in one gulp.
Nodding his head in satisfaction, the Fatty's face was beaming with joy as he started to brag about his experience to Tang Zhen.
"City Lord, you don't know how powerful the monster's lair I went to was. There were monsters with turtle shells everywhere, and even machine guns couldn't penetrate them!
