"Look, what did I just say?" the old man pointed at Little Fatty, boasting proudly.
"You got lucky with your guess," Tang Fei said unconvinced.
"Lucky? Try making a lucky guess for me to see. I'll tell you, these eyes of mine are like Sun Wukong's Eyes of Golden Flame. I can see the essence through the appearance." The old man patted Little Fatty's shoulder and said, "Don't be fooled by his simple appearance; he's not stupid at all. Little Fatty, did you deliberately throw the hammer away?"
Little Fatty nodded and said with embarrassment, "I was too tired, I felt like I couldn't even lift the hammer, and I knew I would definitely lose if we kept fighting like this..."
"Just thought of exposing a weakness to see if I could find a chance for a fatal strike. I've seen big brother fight like this..."
Tang Fei patted Little Fatty's head and then wiped off a handful of sweat. Little Fatty had exerted so much effort that his hair was soaked with sweat, sticky and wet.
