"Little Fatty, it seems we've escaped another disaster..." Han Chengshan muttered to himself, somewhat lost in thought.
Little Fatty's eyes darted around, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Brother Shan, do you think this car accident might have been specifically targeting me?"
Uncle Tie and Han Chengshan exchanged a glance, their expressions instantly turning serious.
"Little Fatty, you're really being targeted. What part of your body are they after?" Han Chengshan's eyes scanned Little Fatty's body like a scanner.
Uncle Tie stared intently at Little Fatty's chest and said, "Could it be his heart?"
Han Chengshan stared intently at the chubby boy's waist and said, "Could it be his kidneys?"
The chubby boy hugged himself tightly, looking pitiful and helpless, and said, "I wish it was someone who wanted my fat. If they took away my fat, I would be more than happy to cooperate."
"Do we have some kind of tracking device on us? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?" Han Chengshan began to examine himself.
Uncle Tie shook his head and said, "I don't think I have any on me. I have some devices on my arm that would sound an alarm if there were a tracking device."
"So cool! Uncle Iron, your iron arm is so advanced!" Han Chengshan's eyes lit up.
"If you're envious, you can cut off your arm. I'll recommend the place where I installed the iron arm to you."
Han Chengshan quickly waved his hand: "...No need for that."
Xiao Pang felt a chill run down his spine when he remembered that his clothes and shoes were provided by the internet addiction school: "On my first day at the school, they took away all the clothes and shoes I brought with me and gave me these clothes and shoes instead. They even ordered me to wear the ones provided by the school."
"There's definitely something wrong with your clothes! Sir, do you know anything about clothes?"
“I don’t know if there’s anything wrong with the clothes, but every student who goes to the internet addiction school is indeed forced to wear the same uniform. Fatty, don’t move yet, let me scan you with my arm.”
"It even has this function?" Little Fatty was surprised, and at the same time, he was a little envious of Uncle Tie's arms.
A red light appeared on Uncle Tie's thumb, slowly shining down from the top of Little Fatty's head. When it reached Little Fatty's waist, the light began to flash continuously and also emitted a buzzing alarm sound.
"There's something wrong with the underwear!"
When Xiao Pang rolled up his pants in the street, Han Chengshan quickly shielded him with his body to prevent passersby from mistaking him for a pervert.
The elastic band at the waistband was already much thicker than other areas, so there was no noticeable abnormality.
At this moment, Uncle Tie removed one of his fingers, and inside the finger was a small knife. The knife cut open the rubber band, revealing a miniature tracker hidden inside.
"Throw it away!"
Little Fatty detached the miniature tracker and threw it forcefully away: "Now everything should be alright, right?"
"Wait, Uncle Tie, scan Fatty's shoes again," Han Chengshan said cautiously. "There might be more than one tracker."
"That makes sense, little fatty, don't move."
The red light shone down to the heel of the shoe, where it flashed again, and the alarm sounded once more.
"There really is another tracker! Fatty, take your shoes off!"
Little Fatty took off both of his shoes and threw them onto the overpass like shot puts.
A passing car was hit by the object, and the driver cursed angrily.
"Are we safe now?" Little Fatty stood barefoot on the ground, looking terrified. "If I hadn't been lucky enough to have the car spirit protecting me, I would definitely have been crushed into a meat patty!"
Han Chengshan looked at the chubby boy's enormous body and asked, "Won't the parts they want get crushed?"
Uncle Tie chuckled, "He's so fat, he won't break!"
Little Fatty's obese body was covered with mountains of fat, as if this fat could actually provide an invisible protective shield for his body parts to some extent.
Little Fatty felt extremely uncomfortable under the gazes of Han Chengshan and Uncle Tie. He said nervously, "Let's get out of here quickly. They must have pinpointed my location just now. A group of people might rush over at any moment!"
"You jinx!" Uncle Tie's thunderous roar exploded.
Just then, three jet-black cars suddenly stopped in front of them without warning. Five men roared out of each car, and a total of fifteen burly men wielding iron bars charged towards them like a tidal wave.
These burly men all had ferocious faces and eyes so fierce they seemed ready to devour them alive.
"Uncle Tie, can you handle these people?" Little Fatty's anxious voice trembled.
"I'm not a monster with three heads and six arms, and I've already used up my only bullet," Uncle Tie said helplessly, a hint of despair in his voice.
"What do we do now?" Han Chengshan's voice was filled with panic.
"What else can we do but run!" Uncle Tie grabbed Han Chengshan like a cheetah and ran wildly in another direction.
"Little Fatty, hurry up and catch up!" Uncle Tie shouted as he ran.
"Stop running! There are even more people over there!" Little Fatty shouted hoarsely from behind, his voice filled with fear.
Uncle Tie stopped and cursed. He looked around and saw enemies like a pack of wolves surrounding them from all sides.
"Brother Shan, don't worry about me, they're after me," Little Fatty shouted.
"What a joke! Do you think I, Han Chengshan, am the kind of despicable person who would abandon his friends and run away for his own life?!"
"I'll clear a path for you. If you can escape, then escape. If you can't, then we'll have no choice but to surrender!" With that, Uncle Tie took off his coat, raised his iron arm like a war god, and charged towards the direction with the fewest people. Facing the iron bars that came crashing down like venomous snakes, Uncle Tie didn't retreat but advanced, using his iron arm to withstand the attacks. The surface of his iron arm became dented.
"Run! What are you standing there for!" Uncle Tie roared, his voice like thunder in the air. He used his iron arm to withstand the blows of three iron rods simultaneously, creating an opening for Han Chengshan and Little Fatty.
The fourth man's iron rod came crashing down like lightning. Uncle Iron stretched out his fleshy arm, devoid of iron, to block it. "Don't stand there! I can't hold on much longer. Run! Otherwise, this blow will have been for nothing!"
Little Fatty grabbed Han Chengshan's arm and pulled him away: "Brother Shan, run!"
"Little Fatty, how can we abandon Uncle Iron!" Han Chengshan shouted, his voice filled with grief and indignation.
"Their target is me. If I run away, they will let Uncle Tie go!" Little Fatty said anxiously, his voice trembling with a hint of tears.
"Little Fatty, you run! I'll stay here with Uncle Tie," Han Chengshan said, his eyes shining with determination.
"Pfft!" Fifteen people simultaneously slammed down on Uncle Tie like a storm, and Uncle Tie was hit hard in the back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Tie, let me help you!" Han Chengshan rushed over like an angry lion, supported Uncle Tie, and pulled him back as they ran.
Little Fatty took a deep breath, pulled out a fruit knife, held it to his chest, and roared, "I know you're targeting me! Stop now!"
"If you want my heart, I'll stab your heart; if you want my kidneys, I'll stab your kidneys! Let's see how you explain this to your boss when you get back!"
"Aren't you going to stop?" With that, the chubby boy prepared to stab himself in the waist.
Someone shouted urgently, "Boss, he's really going to stab us!"
"What are you afraid of! The employer wants your liver!"
The underlings breathed a sigh of relief: "Right, right, I almost forgot, the employer wants the liver. As long as the liver is intact, everything will be fine."
Little Fatty stopped what he was doing, looked at the group of muscle-bound simpletons with a mocking gaze, and asked in a low voice, "So you wanted the liver? Where is the liver located? Let me think."
The fat man's knife stopped at his waist but didn't pierce him. The tip slowly moved until it reached his liver. Under the terrified and anxious gazes of the group of thugs, he flashed a bright smile: "Guess what? If I stab you, will you all end up with nothing and not get paid?"
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