"There are injuries." Fatty gestured to a dozen Jiepeng Soldiers lying on the ground beside him, shivering with a hint of reluctance: "Look, if he ends up like that..."
"At worst, we'll beat him up and then give him a rub!" The little kid sized up Vego from head to toe.
"Idiot," Fatty looked at the little kid with disdain, "with our heavy hands, if we hit him, there's no way he'd recover."
The two babbled nonsensically and argued incessantly. Vego stood to the side, his skin crawling, his face alternating between shades of green and white.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Was this your plan all along?"
Fatty and the little kid, in the midst of their argument, jumped in shock and exchanged glances: "Did this guy figure it out?"
