Fat Dragon was not a picky person. Even if the roasted meat had fallen to the ground, he would blow on it, and then eat it again.
Luo Ziheng and the others stared at Fat Dragon in surprise. Isn't he here to eat and not to strike a sneak attack?
Given his starved soul look, could he really be a Late Gold Core Stage master?
Mo Huasong was still treating the guard. Due to some delay, it would take some time to heal him properly.
Just as Fat Dragon finished eating the roasted meat on the fire, and was about to move to the next fire, a barrage of crossbow arrows arced towards them.
The roasted meat on the grill, which Fat Dragon was about to devour, changed color upon being shot by the arrows. It seemed the arrows carried a poison.
"Damn, everyone be careful, the thieves are back!" Luo Ziheng shouted with concern.
Fat Dragon, seeing his roasted meat being ruined by the thieves, shouted angrily, "Damn it, you guys owe me money, or I won't spare you."
