"Bro..." Little Fatty panicked and hurriedly went to support Tang Fei.
"I'm fine," Tang Fei raised his hand to stop him and said, "Let me rest for a while."
I am Tang Fei, where I fall, there I lie.
Such a cliché pun!
"This crappy hammer, we might as well just ditch it." Little Fatty picked up the Skull Hammer, ready to throw it away.
"Wait..." Tang Fei called out.
Little Fatty held the Skull Hammer and asked, "Bro, what's wrong?"
Tang Fei didn't speak but looked at Little Fatty with a strange look in his eyes. Up and down, left and right, as if he were trying to see right through Little Fatty.
"Bro, what's going on?" Little Fatty was somewhat nervous and asked worriedly, "Are my eyes red? Have I turned into a fearsome monster..."
He had been truly startled by the reactions he saw from Tang Fei when he held the Skull Hammer, thinking that he had been possessed by the Evil God.
Now that he was holding the hammer, had he become like his brother?
"Swing it," Tang Fei said.