"Hey, wait, wait! You've left someone behind!"
The muscular man in the helmet endured the pain in his thigh, watching his companions' departing figures with near despair, his outstretched arm as if trying to grab something.
But he couldn't grab anything. His companion's figure receded into the distance, and the thick smoke from the smoke bomb Jane had thrown drifted over, obscuring the helmeted muscle man's last bit of hope.
Finally, with a thud, his clenched fist slammed onto the ground, carrying with it a sense of hope.
Bang!
Their presence was so great that Ruby sullenly hid behind Fagga, only daring to peek out to join the fun.
"Aren't you supposed to be pretty bold? You even dared to tease Nineveh, so why did you chicken out when you saw a thug?"
Seeing this, Ellen couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing and couldn't resist teasing Ruby.
Ruby blushed slightly, and retorted defiantly, "How can that be the same?! Ninevey isn't even in front of me, so what's wrong with me saying a few words about her!"
"Pfft!"
Just as Fagga was about to walk forward to check the helmet of the muscular man, he couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and turned around to look at Ruby.
Even though she didn't say anything, the look of care she gave Ruby for mentally challenged children made Ruby's already precarious self-esteem even worse, and her face flushed rapidly.
Eileen reached out and touched it, startling Ruby. Ruby turned her head and saw Eileen shaking her head, saying regretfully:
"What a pity. If I had known Ruby's body temperature could rise this high, I should have brought an egg with me when I went out, so I wouldn't get hungry on the way."
"Mmm..."
Upon hearing this, Ruby's face flushed again, and she cried out with teary eyes, "Ah!!! Don't say that about me anymore!!!"
After saying that, he clenched his little fist and punched Eileen.
Eileen rolled her eyes, too lazy to even dodge, and casually took out three lollipops from her bag. She tore one open and put it in her own mouth, and held out another to Ruby: "Hey, want one?"
Ruby's little pink fist stopped abruptly. She blinked, and in less than a second, she realized what was happening. She snatched it away and snorted, "Of course I want it!"
Ruby then happily popped a lollipop, its coating torn off, into her mouth, her face beaming with pride, as if all the previous unpleasantness had vanished.
So easy to coax!
Eileen's lips twitched slightly. She then held out the lollipop with its coating torn off, stopping it near Fagga's neck, her eyes darting to the side: "Here, take it."
"Oh, thank you."
This time, Fagga didn't refuse. He twisted his neck and put the lollipop in his mouth, then squatted down to face the helmeted muscle man, and said thoughtfully:
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before... Hey, friend, could you please look up?"
However, the helmeted muscle man was in a fit of rage at that moment. His companion's betrayal filled him with grief and anger, and for a moment he forgot the context. He suddenly looked up and roared at Fagga:
"You little brat, watch your mouth! Can't you see I'm in a bad mood? Where else have you seen me before? When you were born, your grandpa was right there... Awooo~~ Waaah!!!"
Unfortunately, Fagar didn't have the habit of listening to insults. Before the helmeted muscle man could even unleash his years of swearing skills, Fagar suppressed him with a ball of dark flames.
Fagga smiled slightly, a sharp glint in his narrowed eyes. He bit off the plastic stick of the lollipop, which fell to the ground and rolled forward with a gurgling sound.
Next to where it landed was the wound on the helmeted muscle man's thigh, and Fagar's left hand, covered in dark flames, had been pressed there at some point.
Flames surged through his blood, pain seeped into his bones, and even his muscles contorted, clenching and relaxing like a dance.
The muscular man in the helmet could not bear the pain and immediately screamed repeatedly, his body falling backward and almost fainting.
But how could Faga let him pass out so easily? He quickly withdrew the Netherflame, and the helmeted muscle man's pain was immediately relieved. But as soon as he came to his senses, Faga drew his sword and pointed it at his face, coldly saying, "Next, I'll ask you a question, and you'll answer it. Is that alright?"
"No problem, no problem, young hero, please ask whatever you like."
The muscular man in the helmet immediately nodded vigorously, his tone almost fawning.
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