"Get lost, just get lost, damn it."
Rocks clashed with the War Armor but instantly bounced off, completely useless.
The fatty was truly in despair facing this situation, his heart sinking with cold dread. He didn't know what to do, he wanted to live, but it seemed like there was no chance of survival at the moment.
Officer Huang approached the fatty, and every step felt like an immense pressure, making the fatty feel as if his heart might stop at any moment.
"Boo hoo..."
The fatty couldn't help but cry.
Tears flowed down his cheeks as he thought about how his three companions tried to help him just now. He deeply regretted his insistence on sacrificing himself; perhaps they could have escaped together if he hadn't insisted.
Officer Huang stood in front of the fatty, reaching out a hand to grab him. The action scared the fatty into wailing and begging for mercy.
"Zombie grandpa, please don't bite me, I'm scared, I'm really scared. I beg you, please let me go."
