Counterfeit Hero

The doctor was trembling with fear. Tou’er gave him a sideways glance and quickly said, "He’s fine, he’s fine, Brother Yuan. Don’t pay attention to him; he’s the sick one!"

Fatty grinned foolishly and patted Tou’er on the shoulder, praising, "Hi! I like you!" He craned his neck to look at Rex, confusedly asking, "Why hasn’t big brother woken up yet?"

Tou’er thought to himself, "Damn it, you beat Rex up this badly, and now you’re playing innocent. Compared to Andre, Rex is just an idiot who rides on others’ coattails. What’s the big deal about him being the boss? Only someone like him who took a beating from you could manage to call you off." Internally puzzled, he quickly put on a smile and said, "Big brother hasn’t been feeling well these past couple of days. He’ll be fine after some rest. By the way, Brother Yuan, did the guard assign you any work?"

Fatty scratched his head, thought for a long while, and said, "I think it’s some industrial machinery repair work in the mechanical workshop. They said it pays twenty Canadian Dollars a day." He spat and said, "Damn it, what can you buy with twenty bucks a day? Back in the day, when I was outside, who dared to question my mechanical skills without an approving word?"

Seeing Fatty bragging, Tou’er chimed in, "Absolutely, absolutely. One look at you, Brother Yuan, and I knew you were a skilled person!"

Fatty laughed heartily, then mysteriously said to Tou’er, "Let me tell you a secret. I’m from the Mythical Army. Before I got caught, I was the head of the Mecha Research Department!" His boastful face made people want to slap him to death.

Dr. and the others’ mouths fell open in astonishment. Damn it, lucky they didn’t kill this Fatty. No matter how he ended up here, just his identity alone means no one can touch him! Who knows when the Mythical Army might come looking for him? If they found out he was beaten to death, everyone, including Andre, would be dead. An officer from the Mythical Army could kill any of them like squashing an ant!

Seeing the reverence in their eyes, Fatty basked in it for a long time before finally saying dejectedly, "Damn it, I don’t know who framed me as a spy and got me locked up." He looked at Tou’er earnestly and said, "Do you think someone like me could be a spy?"

Tou’er wouldn’t dare say yes. If Fatty snapped and went on a rampage, his own days would be numbered. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Of course not, Brother Yuan. One look at you and anyone can tell you’re an honest, trustworthy person. How could you be a spy?"

Fatty, happy again, said in a boisterous tone, "Good, good, you have good sense!" He looked at Little Lingtong and the others nearby and laughed, "You all seem pretty good! From now on, we’re friends. You’ve got to look out for me here."

"Look out for you?" They were caught between laughing and crying. They thought, "With your size, even if we mashed you into a pot lid, we couldn’t cover you. Besides, seeing you lose it, who’s looking out for whom?" They all thought Fatty was really out of touch.

Tou’er brought over a breakfast, placed it in front of Fatty, and said, "Brother Yuan, this is the breakfast they just delivered. You should eat it. You have to start work soon, and you won’t hold up if you don’t eat."