Mo Huasong continued to shout at the front, "Hong Yaxuan!"
But there were too many people over there, talking and cursing, both loud and chaotic, so Mo Huasong's voice was quickly drowned out by the noise.
"Brother Mo, what's going on?" Player One walked over curiously.
Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "I think I saw someone I know up ahead. Fat Dragon, come here."
When Fat Dragon heard Mo Huasong's call, he immediately pushed through the other passersby and ran excitedly to Mo Huasong's side, "Brother Batian, what's the matter? Are you calling me for a meal?"
"Fat Dragon, are you still thinking about eating?" Mo Huasong said, his frustration evident.
Damn, this Fat Dragon, always thinking about eating, how can he be like this?
"Sigh, how can a person not eat something, right? Think about it, we're going in soon, and we don't know what kind of environment it'll be inside. It's better to fill our stomachs before we go in," Fat Dragon said with a pained expression.