Chapter 361: Playing Lute To The Cow

In the pitch-black prison where one could not even see their fingers.

"Who, who is there!"

Fatty's voice was shrill, like a frightened girl.

"F*ck!" Fu Hu cursed and covered his ear that was pricked by the shrill voice. "Can you be a f*cking man?! My ear!"

Whoosh!

Fatty felt his face was a little hot, but he didn't care at all. He let out a long sigh.

After he calmed down, Fatty said indifferently, "Why am I with you? Such bad luck!"

Fu Hu laughed in the darkness. "Do you think that I want to be with a burden like you?

"Just now, who said that the City Lord is already a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by us?"

Fatty was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the topic. "This is the Netherworld prison. It can't be as simple as trapping us, right? Also, Fu Hu, do you have a lighter, or something else that can illuminate us?"