Stumped, Fatty was too lazy to think more about it. Boss had ordered, so it had to be done. He was clear on this. Lear did not care about the process, only the result. Things like attitude did not matter.
Fatty irritably crawled out. He threw away the grass on his head. The first day was not a good time, but he still decided to try his luck and get warmed up.
Boom…
A laser shot narrowly missed Fatty's ear. His head had almost exploded…
F*ck.
Fatty cursed. He immediately burrowed into the forest, and the laser shots were still firing from behind him. There were at least three. F*ck, just as he was about to get serious, he had almost been headshotted. What luck.
"Quick, chase! Don't let that damned fatty get away!"
From behind, all three were eager with joy. They had sensed that things were off in this area, and who would have known that such a bounty would fall into their laps. Seeing someone of this stature was a free kill every time.
