Half Face fell silent for a moment.
He seemed to exchange a look through the fog.
Several companions immediately scattered in all directions, checking whether any idle bystanders were following them or hiding nearby.
Naturally, there was no way they could discover Meng Chao, who blended flawlessly into the darkness like a shadow and had suppressed even his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature to their limits.
After looking around and confirming that no one was following or eavesdropping, Half Face finally said, "Since they survived all the way here, they must have received the Rat God's blessing. Send them to the old place to hide. Let's hope the secret medicine bestowed upon us by the Rat God can preserve their lives."
Several companions nodded in succession.
One of them said indignantly, "Black Claws has gone too far. In just the past three days, he has whipped twelve ratfolk to death alive. In his eyes, the lives of us ratfolk are probably cheaper than actual rats!
"One day, I'll tie him to a Mandala Tree and let him have a taste of it himself—having every scrap of flesh on his body torn away, one lash after another, by a barbed whip, until nothing but his skeleton is left exposed!"
"That day will come."
Half Face said, "Be patient, my friends. The day you await is not far away. Before long, the Great Horned Rat God will send down a miracle upon Black Horn City, and those demons who bully the ratfolk will receive the punishment they deserve!"
At those words, all of his companions became excited.
"Half Face, did you bring good news?"
One companion asked impatiently, "How are things in the city?"
"Very good. Not only have most of the ratfolk slave laborers in the Casting Zone made their preparations