"White Tiger Hall has a hundred ways to make this woman talk, and now Hua Manlou has already trained the people inside into freaks, just like the ancient Eastern Depot, one by one with a chilling aura," Meng Ku said. "But no matter what, they are loyal to you, boss, you can rest assured on that."
"What's there not to trust about you four? I just want to be a quiet, handsome man. All this fighting and killing isn't suited for me," Song Yun said, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
When Dechuan heard Song Yun say that on the ground, he almost jumped up to grab Song Yun by the collar and slap him—if he could stand up, or if he could beat Song Yun, that is. He could've fulfilled his wish. But while dreams are plush, reality is stark. No matter how he argued or made a fuss, he'd become a cripple, and with the failed mission—even if he could go back—endless torture would await him. The fate of his people was indeed worrisome.
