"You guys are ruthless! Is this how Feiyang does everything?"
Fatty blew away the piece of paper hanging over his forehead, revealing a pair of dead fish eyes, glaring at Margaret.
"You asked for it!" Margaret's clean, fair face was full of entitlement as she rolled her eyes at Fatty and said, "Who told you to go against us?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the matchup table and said leisurely, "You sent these people out, surely it won't come as a surprise they end up facing War God, right? Even if they don't meet in the top sixteen, they will certainly encounter him in the top eight or four, won't they?"
"That's true..." Fatty suddenly realized, the piece of paper on his forehead fluttering wildly as he threw out a handful of cards and taunted Hagrove across from him: "Bomb! I win!"
"Can they win?" Margaret turned her head, quietly watching the four Green Mechas enter the fighting arena. After a while, she nudged Fatty with her elbow: "What exactly are you planning?"
