"Ah…"
Tian Fourteen cried in agony. His cry gave people goosebumps.
Then, he fainted.
Instantly, everyone's face twitched.
Everyone watching the scene felt the pain. It was as though their limbs were the ones suffering from the pain.
The warriors of the Black Clothes Gang felt it especially strongly. The other foster sons of Tian Heng froze.
They were sympathetic!
They felt disappointed!
How loyal were Thirteen and Fourteen?
However, when something terrible happened, they were the first people who had to take the blame.
Nobody suspected that the gang leader, who was perceived to be a righteous man, was actually so cold.
Today, he sacrificed Thirteen and Fourteen without any hesitation; what would he do tomorrow then?
"Would it be us? Definitely!"
Thirteen and Fourteen were the foster sons who Tian Heng was the proudest of. As compared to them, the others were extremely insignificant.
