And just now, in the brief moment they passed by each other, a bone-deep gash suddenly appeared on Old Tang's back.
"Damn it, the Corpse-Eating Brothers!"
Old Tang raged, "Why is it you two unlucky sods again! Will this ever end!"
"Aiyo, hey there, Jerry old boy, long time no see, you're not looking too good." The elder twin grinned, "Fate binds us together, no matter the distance."
"Huh? Wasn't he called Smith?" the younger one sneered.
The elder replied, "Last time I think he was called Wang Qiang..."
"And this time? What's your name this time? I heard the broadcast calling you Old Tang, we've known each other for so long, yet you've never once reported your real name."
The younger brother snickered, "That's not very nice, we're all old friends here. Even if you die, the least we could do is erect a stele for you, but with so many names, I'm afraid they won't all fit."
