Xu Xingcheng supported the door frame with one hand, and scooped up Hei with the other, striking a rather fashionable pose as he spoke.
But no one paid attention to his posture now. The Fatty directly ignored his twisting stance: "Great, Mr. Evil, you're here. We just received a game announcement saying players are no longer allowed to match instances themselves. Quickly, take a look at what's going on."
This person has so many names it's like they were bought wholesale, with Evil God, Slaughter, and Xu Xingcheng taking turns.
When the Fatty addressed him with honorifics, he couldn't help but string a few together, with Mr. Evil being one of them.
As the Fatty spoke, he reached out and pulled Xu Xingcheng into the room.
Xu Xingcheng's carefully arranged pose shattered. He could only brush off his clothes as if nothing happened, sit down on the sofa, and put Hei aside.
