"F*ck you!" Number 43 exploded. In opposition to Number 47, who looked reticent, Number 43 was short-tempered.
"You b*stard!" He cursed Number 42 as he pounced on the latter.
However, before he could get near to Number 42, an arm appeared, halting him. Raising his eyes, Number 43 met with Lin Sanjiu's amber eyes.
"Don't be so rash," She sighed. Then, her voice turned cold, "Look."
"She's right. Don't be so rash, young man," Number 42 giggled as he waved a pile of things in his hand. The things rattled in his hand before everybody realized that those were photos.
It seemed like he had taken pictures of the water droplets distribution pattern in the second chamber.
"I'll let this one slide. However, if something like this happens again, I'll tear up one of these," Number 42 said as the corner of his lips curled up, "Five versus three, though you have superiority in numbers, I bet all the photos will be gone by the time you guys reach me."
