After the day's thrilling battles, everyone's tensed nerves could finally relax and tiredness was like the tide, coming in waves. Everyone gradually became sleepy after drinking the elemental soup. Soon enough, the pagoda cannoneers tottered around and waves of snores could be heard.
Fatty did not rest. He leaned over the muzzle of the Beehive Heavy Cannon and inspected the inner tube. He couldn't help but frown and muttered to himself, "There is a crack? It really hurt the cannon so much?"
Fatty bared his teeth and felt the pinch.
The Beehive Heavy Cannon was costly. Without paying for it by plundering the people previously, they could not have produced it.
Fatty liked to take advantage of others and was stingy. He was a famous penny-pincher. He saw that after using the Beehive Heavy Cannon for only twelve rounds, cracks had already appeared. He immediately felt the pinch and even the joy of the day's victory was diminished.
