"ROAR!"
The Dark Demon Tiger staggered to its feet, its abdomen still throbbing with a dull pain. Its crimson eyes locked onto Shen Haoran and the other man, a brutal aura swirling around its body.
Seeing the enraged Dark Demon Tiger, Fatty gave a bitter laugh. "It's over. There's really no escaping this time!"
Shen Haoran took a deep breath, suppressing the roiling qi and blood in his body, and said coldly, "Then we have no choice but to fight. Today, either it dies, or we do!"
Seeing the fearless Shen Haoran, Fatty was visibly moved. He then said apologetically, "Sorry about this, brother. I dragged you into this for no reason. If we can make it out of this alive today, I, Zi Mo, will call you my brother!"
"Zi Mo?! You're Zi Mo?" Shen Haoran exclaimed upon hearing the name.
"Uh... Brother, you know me?" Fatty asked, puzzled by Shen Haoran's strong reaction.
At his words, the corner of Shen Haoran's mouth twitched. Information about Zi Mo flooded his mind.
