"Fatty Huang!"
"Lu Xiaoyu!"
A fat man with a belly so large it nearly burst his clothes heard Lu Yu's voice and roared with laughter.
Although Lu Yu had disguised his face, the fat man recognized him at a glance.
Lu Yu's disguise skills couldn't compare to Bai Yuan's, but they were still good enough to pass for real.
Clearly, the fat man had his own unique way of recognizing people.
The fat man stood a full eight feet tall, and with his brutish face, anyone fighting him would be intimidated before the first blow was even thrown.
A murderous aura, unique to those in the military, made the man seem even more formidable.
Lu Yu, a cheeky grin on his face, hammered a fist into the fat man's stomach.
The man called him Lu Xiaoyu, which was his childhood name. So, technically, he hadn't lied to Bai Yuan.
"Fatty Huang, looks like you've been raking in the benefits."
Lu Yu's punch landed on the fat man's stomach, but it didn't even ripple, let alone dent.
