The club at three in the morning was exceptionally quiet as the tour bus drove straight in.
"Porcupine Granny!"
"Warranty! Quickly get my hammer fixed!"
Lord Foxy got off the bus and, seeing the gold-edged porcupine with newly grown spikes, immediately spoke up, chasing after the granny porcupine to get himself a new hammer.
While smashing Bianchi's head, the shock-absorbing hammer, already with a bent handle, completely broke, and the New Energy Warhammer exploded into a meteor of skyfire, turning even Lord Foxy's usual raptor mount into a bumper car.
Although Wang Qiqi had already said they would set him up with a brand-new big hammer.
Ansheng felt that among the many hammers he had wielded, the ones made by Porcupine Granny were the best.
"Huh?"
The gold-edged porcupine was stunned, looking shocked as she gave Lord Foxy a questioning look: "What hammer warranty? It can't be that shock-absorbing hammer weighing over a ton, can it?"
