Double Dragon's eyes were lost.
His inner self was filled with regretful struggle.
"After this last mission, I'll wash my hands of this business and migrate abroad, never engaging in such guilt-ridden deeds again!"
Double Dragon's face was already streaming with tears.
He put both hands together, constantly chanting Amitabha in his heart, as if doing so could cleanse his inner guilt.
Not far away.
A middle-aged man with a somber face was also lost in his gaze, his tens of thousands of dollars worth of camera broken into pieces on the ground.
.....
Time slowly passed.
Unbeknownst.
The recital of Taishang Ganying Pian had ended.
The incense guests and laymen in the square still stood still, their enamored expressions revealing they were still savoring the echoes of the scriptures.
Even so.
They didn't even notice when Taoist priest Xuanqing and the child on stage left.
....
About thirty minutes later.
"My phone... my phone..."
