C64 Mandala
Not good! Something happened!
Wu Lai's forehead was flashing with imprints, and he could see the entire wooden house in front of him. At this moment, the three members of the Green Mist Squad were running around in the room like headless flies, while a slovenly, long-haired fatty was shuttling back and forth between the three of them. It was as if he was taking a stroll in the park