With only one bullet left, Feiler shoved the gun into his mouth, hoping that when the gunshot sounded, it would all turn out to be a nightmare.
Like lightning, the mechanical arm precisely grabbed Feiler's wrist, and with a crisp click, the gun in Feiler's hand fell to the ground.
Fatty grinned at Feiler, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.
"Did you think I'd let you die so easily?"
"What do you want?" Feiler rasped, cradling his crushed hand and glaring viciously at Fatty, "You're a soldier!"
"Remembering your soldier identity now?" Fatty flipped open the cockpit, jumped down, and kicked Feiler in the stomach, roaring, "I'm not a soldier now; I'm a thug!"
He grabbed Feiler's hair, exposing his gaunt and stern face, and smacked him with all his might. Blood splattered as Fatty's face became hideously fierce, "When you ordered the shelling of Puluo Town, why didn't you remember you were a soldier?"
