"What should we do? I also don't know what to do!" Fatty said in a very aggrieved manner, sighing, "Sigh, at worst, I'll just get hit a few more times. Anyway, once I fall asleep, I won't know anything!"
Doctor and Tou'er, along with others, exchanged glances in concern as they looked at Fatty, then withdrew their heads.
Fatty's words reminded them of the past situation. Surrounded and beaten by more than ten people, Fatty didn't seem to have any damage, much like an indestructible rubber man. Except for eating a bit more, he seemed completely fine. Just based on his ability to take a beating, worrying about him was totally unnecessary!
"I'm just afraid someone will see my handsome face and hit me! If my face is ruined, how will I make a living in the future?"
