Qin Feiyang pondered for a moment before he said, laughing, "Actually, you don't have to worry about me."
"Boss, you shouldn't be too relaxed."
"And if you really kick the bucket, who will Master Fatty hang out with afterward?"
"Master Fatty still wants to be the National Protecting General of the Great Qin Empire!" Fatty said.
"National Protecting General?"
The Tunneling Beast's eyes widened in surprise as it asked doubtfully, "Qin Feiyang, are you from the Imperial Capital?"
The Wolf King glared at it menacingly and said, "Minion, if you want to survive, understand one thing: don't ask questions you're not supposed to."
"That's right. The more you know, the worse it is for you." Fatty also realized he had misspoken.
The Tunneling Beast shrank its neck, a thoughtful glint in its eyes.
Qin Feiyang rolled his eyes at Fatty and said with displeasure, "So, if you are not made the National Protecting General, you'd wish me dead?"
"What are you talking about? We're brothers."
