"Leave Zhang Lie to me. I have a way. You go deal with that Jin Cheng!"
Fu Hu took the initiative to attack Zhang Lie, causing Fatty to let out a long sigh of relief. At this moment, Zhang Lie, who was surrounded by the blood mist, was like a wild beast. His entire body was occupied by violence. Just a glance, was enough to make people feel goosebumps all over their body.
Fatty did not think about it and did not dare to go against Zhang Lie.
He turned his head and looked at Jin Cheng on the other side. His face was sallow and thin. His body hunched and he appeared weak. The difference between the two was too great.
Choosing Zhang Lie or Jin Cheng, Fatty did not even need to think for a second to make the right choice.
Seeing the complicated expression on Fatty's face, Fu Hu seemed to have seen through his thoughts and kindly reminded him: