Numbers Aren't Important

That was one deep pit!

If Hong Gaitian had not revealed what he had gone through himself, then as long as Niu Youdao kept silent, they suspected that even as participants, they might have died without ever learning the truth.

That whole elaborate explanation earlier had actually been a pack of lies meant to fool Hong Gaitian. How could such a clear and logical account possibly have been fake?

Even now, the three of them found it hard to believe. They had truly believed it before.

When they had seen Niu Youdao's intentions exposed by Hong Gaitian earlier, they had even worried for Niu Youdao. Looking back now, it was simply laughable. No matter how hard Hong Gaitian was to fool, once he fell into this pit, he would never climb back out. A hundred people falling into it—ninety-nine probably would not make it out.

That was no pit. He had practically dug a cliff. Forget trapping one or two people—he could bury an army of thousands in it.

Today, the three of them had truly seen what this man was capable of. They no longer felt that their months of running around had been for nothing!

Hearing the cough, Niu Youdao shot the three of them a sidelong glance. His face betrayed nothing, but he knew that things had been exposed at this point. The three were not fools; they had only failed to see it before because he had kept his framing of others after murder hidden.

Hong Gaitian turned back to glance at the coughing Yun Huan, but did not think much of it. He did not find anything wrong with Niu Youdao's words at all. Instead, he believed that this was the truth. At last, he had found the reason the Seven Nations had seized them