Watching the Muscle Turtle in front of him crying over a turtle shell as if his entire family had died, Chen Qing was conflicted about whether to kill it with a single slash.
Applause and cheers were coming from the nearby boats, joyful for Chen Qing's brave deed.
The Muscle Turtle cried even harder, with a mix of snot and tears, mumbling something continuously.
"It says it is only 142 years old, still a child, and today is its first time being a paperboy, how could you treat it like this?"
The Gem Hunter, seeing the Muscle Turtle defeated and taking pleasure in its misfortune, kindly translated for it.
"..."
142 years old, still a child…
Even so, this one is a naughty child.
The Muscle Turtle cried for a long while, then wiped its tears, stood up again, and somehow produced a rope to tie the two halves of the turtle shell together, tying and silently pouting the whole time.
It took quite an effort to secure the turtle shell and put it back on its back.
