"You little brat, what are you doing here?!" Fatty jumped with anxiety, lowering his voice, "Listen, go back quickly, your dad and the uncles are just playing, it's fine, they'll come find you soon."
"Dad..... boo..... dad!" The little kid clung tightly to Fatty's leg.
"Go, go." Fatty's lowered voice was incomparably mournful.
"I'm not going," the little kid wailed, crying loudly.
"Haha....." Fatty felt the amused gaze of General Vego, raised his head and forced a servile smile, "General, we're just talking, this kid's dad is my friend, long dead."
With an expressionless face, General Vego suddenly reached out, grabbed the little kid by the collar, and lifted him up.
Fatty's face changed, he hurriedly said, "Don't...." His voice abruptly stopped. He just looked at General Vego with a complex gaze.
"Pretty boy....." General Vego held the little kid, facing him, and smiled after a glance.
