The rain had passed, and the sky had cleared.
Dawn was just breaking.
Everyone downstairs was badly injured. Several of them had long since collapsed into the mud pits and could not crawl back out.
Sky Net C looked at Red Scarf. "You... you... aren't tired?"
Ming Disha bared his teeth in a grin. "We're just getting started, young brother. Let's keep going."
Sky Net C cried. He looked at Ming Disha, aggrieved, and said, "I hate you! I hate you!"
Then he aimed the tip of the iron staff at his own throat and killed himself on the spot.
When Sky Net B saw that, he thought, This works. He... looks so comfortable asleep. So free. I'll do it too.
Once he decided, he did it. He said to Ming Disha, "I hate you too! Hmph!"
With that, pfft, he killed himself.
Sky Net A tilted his head back and lifted his mask. The last scattered drops of rain struck his already disfigured face as he panted heavily.
"Release... Maybe this is my fate."
With tears streaming down his face, Sky Net A said, "Red Scarf, you bastard, remember this! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off! I curse your whole family to die!"
After saying that, he grabbed the iron staff, aimed it at his own throat, and—smack!
The iron staff was seized in Ming Disha's grip.
Sky Net A stared at him in terror. "What are you doing?"
Ming Disha said, "You cursed me."
Sky Net A was dumbfounded. His brain failed to react for an instant. "No... you-you-you... you've been torturing me all night!"
"So what? I've been torturing everyone here all night."
Sky Net A said angrily, "Are you being reasonable or not?!"
"Reasonable?! If you're being reasonable, why curse my family?!"
Ming