"Fatty!" Fang Xiang turned her head, her wavy black hair sweeping across her shoulders, her face like frost: "You're looking for death!"
"Sigh..." Fatty, forced by her biting aura, couldn't help but shiver and obediently shut his mouth. Helplessly, he looked at the virtual screen showing the remaining forces: Red Army at ninety-two percent, Blue Army at eleven percent, and sighed wistfully.
"This monster!" Fang Xiang glared at Fatty with resentment in her heart.
As soon as they boarded the warship, Fatty dragged her to the simulation room for a strategy duel. After several rounds, she was about to break down.
