Feng Yi had already locked the door tightly, refusing to come out, refusing to fight; he was extremely sleep-deprived, either to die in his dreams, or... But before he woke up, someone forcefully opened the door.
Feng Yi cried and laughed...
Elvis laughed and cried...
On the way to provide support, Elvis, bearing a somewhat dim-witted mind, said, "Brother, you think this might work for us?"
"I'm all ears, but I'm already brimming with despair about the road ahead," Zhang Xiao Bo said, his dead-fish eyes wide open, his face a picture of utter despondency.
"I suggest you shoot me once, then I'll shoot you."
"That suggestion is great, I agree, but what if I lack the courage?"
The two of them meandered into the Mecha exhibition warehouse. A colonel next to them noticed these two goofballs were dragging their feet and kicked them in the ass, "Hurry up and move, I want to go back to sleep. If it weren't for you two needing the gate open, I wouldn't have gotten up at this hour."
