"Trash."
Fatty sneered disdainfully, withdrew his arm, and turned to walk beside the Wolf King, chuckling, "So, how was it? Wasn't Master Fatty awesome!"
"Tch, it's just taking care of a bunch of small fry, what's there to be proud of?"
The Wolf King rolled his eyes at him, whispering, "Xiao Qinzi, that's enough, take us to the castle."
Before his words even finished.
Fatty and the Wolf King vanished into thin air, as if they had evaporated from the earth, without leaving a trace.
But shortly after they disappeared, a blood-soaked figure crawled out from the collapsed snow peak.
It was the burly man!
Scanning the empty snowy ground, he immediately opened a teleportation portal and crawled inside.
The next moment!
He appeared before the gates of a tribe.
On either side of the gate stood two tall and robust men.
Upon seeing the burly man, both of them turned pale and hurried forward, asking in shock, "What happened to you?"
