The other two tigers did not seem to have any intention of retreating. They cried out twice—something that no one else could understand.
However, Fangzheng understood what the two tigers meant. "Which bastard threw this? Did you see it?"
"I didn't see it, I don't know what kind of dog threw it! Find him and bite his butt off!"
Upon hearing that, Fangzheng expressed his displeasure. Therefore, he silently turned his head to take a look.
Monkey, Salted Fish, and Squirrel had unknowingly prepared a pile of clay for him!
With enough ammunition, Fangzheng cracked his knuckles and chuckled. "Scolding This Penniless Monk? This Penniless Monk will let you have enough!"
At that moment, the two tigers were about to head forward again. However, things kept flying down from above as though it was raining!
The two tigers subconsciously looked up, but…
Slap! Slap! Slap!
