Lu Chengwen couldn't understand it. In his eyes, these two had seemed pretty damn impressive.
They didn't need masks, followed that insanely overbearing Tiger Head, and wore proud expressions as if they didn't think much of even Dog Head or Ox Head.
Yet right now, they looked like children abandoned by their parents, aggrieved beyond belief.
It seemed Tianwang people feared this the most.
If you fought them with real blades and guns, trading blow for blow and fist for fist, they weren't afraid at all.
They all had plenty of backbone. When the critical moment came and they truly couldn't win, they would just self-destruct, leaving you no information whatsoever.
But humiliate them, and they couldn't take it. They got horribly upset, utterly collapsed, and their expressions were just... really entertaining.
These two were the same. Buried underground, they couldn't self-destruct, couldn't kill themselves, and couldn't even crawl out on their own.
What kind of person could be this nasty?
Not beating you, not cursing you, not killing you, not torturing you—just... playing with you.
Burying you in the dirt, then shattering your meridians so you couldn't gather your qi, leaving you here to... enjoy the scenery.
With only your heads exposed, staring at each other... Lu Chengwen didn't even dare imagine how desperate they would have been if he hadn't come over.
Forget people—even if a wolf came along, they could only lie there stiffly. The wolf could bite wherever it wanted and eat them alive.
Lu Chengwen squatted down and looked at them. "Who did this?"
Little A stared at Lu Chengwen, his expression filled with grief and fury. "You dare say you don't know!?"
Lu Chengwen tilted his head at them. "Believe me when I say I'll pull it out right now and piss on both