Loves White Silk, having just had a bowl of meat soup, smiled when he saw the miserable-looking Loves White Silk.
But Loves White Silk had no smile. Knowing what Old Mand had stewed, Loves White Silk felt bile churning in his stomach.
But it smelled so good.
It smelled really good!
Old Mand said, "Didn't your mayor of Ronin ever tell you to never trust those mutants?"
"He never said that," Loves White Silk replied, puffing his cheeks, fearing he might spew everything out.
Such a great game, why must they always bring in the Cult Scriptures?
He was so angry now; if they directly provoked Old Mand and the others and got chopped to death by swords, he surely wouldn't agree.
Now he just wanted to wait for his own people to arrive and then watch this group of bastards get chopped to death.
He needed to stall for time.
He could also play the "vision" to keep watch in real time.
