Black Dragon had already given these orders, yet it seemed that no one wanted to carry them out. Everyone's expressions had turned unusually helpless. Black Dragon said to them, "What's wrong? I'm not dead yet. I'm still your boss. What, the things I say can't even reach your ears and take effect anymore, can they? What have I been feeding and watering you all for?"
Black Dragon's little brothers were all getting on in years now. They all had families, with elderly parents above and young children below. If anything happened to them, how would they face their families in the days ahead? Therefore, the hesitation displayed by Black Dragon's little brothers was actually quite realistic.
One of the little brothers said to Black Dragon, "Boss, we're all getting old now. How about we just forget it? Don't keep putting us through this. We'll all grow old someday. The reason we followed you in the first place was because we thought you were dependable. You could keep us fed while letting us earn a little pocket money."
Another little brother also said to Black Dragon, "That's right, Boss. The less trouble we stir up now, the better. None of us wants all this mess to happen. But then again, Boss, what exactly are you thinking? Do you really think you can beat Saint Lord Taichu?"
Now that Black Dragon's little brothers had spoken their hearts, it seemed rather inappropriate for him, as their boss, to keep forcing them. Black Dragon said to them, "I haven't been disappointed in you for just a day or two. It's been many days. When I told you to go fight before, you said your feet hurt, your hands hurt, your stomach hurt, and delayed it. Now I'm asking you to maintain the operation of