Chapter 1136: Chapter 8-1: The Mysterious Fleet_2

"Hehe!" Fatty squinted his eyes, comfortably scratching his itchy back in the warm sunlight: "That’s because you didn’t see the moment when two suns jumped out from the horizon through the rising water mist..." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I was fooled by her?!" The little kid was a bit stunned.

It couldn’t understand why a human female would try to visually reduce her chest measurement rather than the opposite, using a bra filled with biological rubber to painfully squeeze out cleavage!

Humans are truly complex!

"Don’t think watching tens of thousands of porn movies makes you a friend to women." Fatty leisurely picked up a book explaining basic command strategies, licked his fingers, and turned to a new page: "That’s a talent! When I was a kid, I cracked a big case just by estimating bust measurements!"

Pipi was stunned for a long time, sighed, and pulled out a famous erotic magazine whose cover showed snowy white flesh and emerald jungle intermingling. He smacked his lips on the pure red dot of a bare-breasted model, squinting his eyes with appreciation before reluctantly turning to the next page.

Is Margaret really a 34D? This thought wouldn’t leave his mind.

"Ding!" The doorbell rang.

"Go open the door." Fatty continued biting his nails, looking at the book.

"You go." The little kid turned over, showing Fatty the back of his head as he continued to smile at the magazine.

Fatty stretched out his pale big leg without raising his head.

"Bang!"

The little kid’s lounge chair was kicked over by Fatty.

"Going or not?!"

"Going!"

The stubborn little kid, who never learned from being punished, hugged the wrinkled magazine with heartbreak and dejectedly walked to the door.

It was the only magazine on the warship that it found interesting enough to flip through multiple times and treasured. It definitely didn’t want to give Fatty, who had been eyeing it for a while, a chance to snatch it forcibly.

Margaret stood at the door. In front of her, the iron-gray metallic automatic door made a short rubbing sound "woom," then popped open to both sides, retracting into the metallic walls.

Lowering his head, the little kid wearing a small pair of shorts appeared in front of her.

The pink-cheeked little boy held a magazine big enough to cover his belly. Margaret could clearly see the naked woman on the magazine, lying on a sofa with a seductive gaze, looking at her. Red high heels, black leather, only covered the parts that shouldn’t be covered. The parts that should be covered were tightly bound, blooming like flowers.

"Where’s Fatty?" Margaret decided to ignore everything she saw.

A little boy hugging an erotic magazine... In that moment, she had a deep understanding of the mental trials she would need to endure to integrate into the bandit army in the future.

"What’s the matter?" The little kid bit his fingers and asked.

Margaret, not wearing a uniform but a bright orange T-shirt, seemed a bit different. Pipi’s electronic eyes quickly sketched the lines and calculated the data. It was starting to believe Fatty’s judgment.

"At four o’clock, isn’t he supposed to do a strategy simulation with me?" Margaret glanced into the room: "Where is he?"

"Fatty, someone is looking for you!" The little kid turned back into the room.

Margaret quietly stood outside the door waiting, son reading erotic magazines, calling the father Fatty, and the father habitually accepting it. If word got out, slightly normal people probably wouldn’t believe it.

"Looking for me?" Fatty appeared at the door.

Margaret collapsed as soon as she saw Fatty. Fatty was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of cartoon flying elephant shorts.

"Pervert!" Looking at Fatty’s inquisitive face, Margaret blushed instantly with both embarrassment and anger. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out this sound from between them, vowing to make Fatty lose thoroughly today!

"Why curse me?" Fatty was dumbfounded. He recalled wearing cartoon swim trunks at the swimming pool back in school, recalling the attention from blushing girls secretly glancing at his family jewels.

How nostalgic; that was swagger!

Margaret squinted her charming eyes and glared fiercely at Fatty, refusing to continue the argument with him.

Although she once toyed with many lustful men at Feiyang and even personally incapacitated an idiot who dared drugging her, earning the nickname witch. However, she knew that seductive allure or fierce gestures worked on others but couldn’t faze the undisturbed Fatty standing nearly naked in front of her!

Seen shameless ones, but never one so shameless! Margaret understood she was away from home; fighting this cheeky and fearless Fatty only hurt her head. More importantly, she realized that upon seeing Fatty’s little elephant, her first feelings were surprisingly shyness and amusement. She didn’t even know when she got accustomed to Fatty’s chaotic thinking.

Maybe when Margaret and Fatty were exchanging combat and command techniques on Mars, or when Fatty single-handedly fought Feiyang Special Soldiers, or during the Mecha match when he jumped off the stand, perhaps when he attacked the Hanfrey Fleet...

Experiences with him had too many shock events. His various oddities seemed so normal.

"I’ll wait for you in the simulation room!"

Just as Margaret prepared to turn and leave, suddenly, the spaceship shook violently.