After waiting for a while, the Fisherman came riding on the Devil Fish, cutting through the waves.
"Who is this??"
He jumped off the fish's back, glanced at Fat Biao, and asked.
"The diner, the delivery deadline hasn't passed yet, so I brought him down here."
Liu Zheng said.
"What happened up there?"
"I don't know either, I just sensed danger, and then I escaped down here."
He shook his head.
"By the way, earlier he flew into the sky trying to escape, and then he was attacked. I didn't see who attacked him, nor did I see how it was done."
Liu Zheng looked at Fat Biao and said.
The Fisherman crouched down and tore open Fat Biao's clothes, revealing marks of being bitten all over his body.
Strangely, these bite wounds did not bleed, and the blood in the vessels was still flowing, but it was unclear where it was flowing to.
"Wake up."
He slapped Fat Biao's face hard, but even after his face was swollen, Fat Biao did not wake up.
