บท 5805: Medium (1)

Zhao Hai stood in the treehouse with a calm face. He was looking through the leaves not far away. Because they were at a higher position, they could see very far. However, there was still no movement in the place where he was looking.

Fatty, who was standing at the side, looked at Zhao Hai in confusion. &Quot; "I say, old Zhao, it's been five days, but there's still no movement. What does this mean? Did no one come after him? If no one is chasing us, let's go!"

Zhao Hai looked at fatty. Although fatty had been eating and drinking well for the past few days, he had been staying in the treehouse all this time. Fatty was still a little bored, so he said that.

Zhao Hai smiled. &Quot; don't be in a hurry. Take it slow. What's the rush? Didn't I tell you to be patient? "

Fatty looked at Zhao Hai's smiling face and felt like punching him. He was sure that Zhao Hai did it on purpose. This made him very angry, but there was nothing he could do.