How could she be here?
Tian Xingjian's mind was in chaos. Carl had to shake him several times to snap him out of his bewilderment.
Walking back to the office in a daze, Tian Xingjian looked at the battle report on the computer, his attention completely unfocused.
The girl's appearance had touched the softest part of Tian Xingjian's heart. This fatty, usually shameless to his core, was now overwhelmed with memories, his face displaying strange expressions—grief, pain, and then raw hatred.
Carl had no idea what was troubling the fatty. Just as he was watching with his heart pounding, the fatty suddenly stood up and yelled, "To hell with it, I'm going to risk it all this time. I've got plenty of flesh, whoever wants it can take it!"
Carl was startled. The fatty had gone berserk and was about to run when the fatty grabbed hold of him.
"Carl, analyze for me, what exactly is that guy Russell trying to do?"
