The main hall of the Seg Convention and Exhibition Center is a square shape. On all four sides, there are grandstands. At the top of the grandstands, near the fighting arena, are box seats connected by dozens of channels and retractable mechanical arms.
When Fatty leaped down from the box seat, at least a hundred thousand spectators watched him clearly.
He jumped from the box seat to the stand, and then from the stand to the competition field. The ten-meter drop seemed like nothing to him; the audience was left with mouths agape, stunned.
Is this fatty made of flesh or rubber?!
In the eyes of everyone, Fatty's figure flashed like lightning or a meteoroid, rushing into the massive waiting area. Amidst that supersonic sprint completely at odds with his aerodynamically unfriendly physique, the entire main hall heard a voice.
Fatty bounced around with exuberance: "Catch them alive, catch them alive!"
