The old fox Gandi beside him, whose expression on his face was even nastier than his own, must also be brooding some mischief. As the deputy director of the Tai Sect Puluo Town branch hall, he could come to the Central City to pick him up, and the trainees and coaches wouldn't know he was coming today?
Hehe, playing mind games, aren't you? Master Fatty here will play you to death!
"Training, huh? Then I'd like to see it!" Fatty, with his hands behind his back, walked into the Mecha hall whose door Gandi had hurriedly opened first.
Seeing Fatty's swaggering demeanor, a hint of mockery flashed in Gandi's eyes.
As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover. But this saying depends on the occasion and the person. This fatty in front of me, with his unsteady steps and pale, clean look, probably has nothing but flab under his clothes. Thinking about him any deeper, he couldn't possibly be anyone significant.
Without power, he must have only status.
