How Ugly It Could Be

Faced with the inescapable interrogation, Tales and Kuaishang stared blankly at each other, their hearts filled with unbearable sorrow.

What were they going to do?

That was the only message they could read in each other's eyes.

Yet neither had an answer.

"Hmm?"

Ricky urged them on. "Do you still need a little 'motivation,' like just now?"

Remembering that sensation, Kuaishang immediately began to tremble.

What were they going to do?

As everyone's suspicion deepened and he saw the fear in Kuaishang's eyes, Tales could only force himself to speak. "We..."

What were they going to do?

He jabbed Kuaishang in the stomach, hoping the other man had an idea.

Kuaishang trembled twice, then awkwardly picked up the conversation. "Well..."

He had barely managed to utter one word before he stomped hard on Tales's foot, urgently calling for help.

Ricky watched their performance with amusement.

Tales glared resentfully at Kuaishang, then drawled as he took over. "Actually..."

He rammed his thigh into Kuaishang's, signaling him to continue quickly.

Kuaishang shot him an incredulous look and forced himself to say, "It's like this..."

Ricky smiled.

He smiled very happily.

"Forget it..."

Ricky waved a hand, shaking his head as if helpless or amused, though a glint flashed in his eyes. "Why don't you tell us everything that happened before you arrived here, from beginning to end?"

"Especially... Dean's whereabouts?"

As soon as he said this, Tales and Kuaishang stiffened in unison!

This was bad.

"You two seemed to have come here to do business with Tampa, didn't you?" Ricky rubbed his fingers, recalling something. "Something about helping him kill someone?"

The two princes looked toward Tampa.

The Tavern Owner, Tampa, raised an eyebrow. Facing their pleading gazes, he gave an awkward laugh. "Well, I don't know anything about that..."

Tales and