Bing Chacha immediately threw up. "That's our Netherworld Race's Sacred River!"
"It's sacred and solemn—the Mother River of our Netherworld Race!"
"And you're using our mother as a jet toilet?"
(????皿??) "Shut up! All of you, shut the hell up! Stop spraying! You're all being way too shitty!"
Roaring, Bing Chacha grabbed one of the prisoners who was darting around, his eyes twisted with rage!
"Hold it in! I order you to shut that valve right now!"
The prisoner's features contorted:
( ||| ?????ж???) "I'm sorry, but I really can't!"
Bing Chacha flew into a rage and shook him furiously!
"Why can't you? Keep things under control! I said—"
Before he could finish, the prisoner started spraying even more violently as Bing Chacha shook him. With the added force, Bing Chacha's grip slipped, and the prisoner shot away!
A stream of exhaust enveloped him...
Bing Chacha: Σ_(???|||) "Ugh—ugh, bleurgh! You bastards! You've gone too far!"
To his amazement, not only were all the prisoners spraying, but they'd also bulked up by three sizes and could withstand the Styx Water Flow for a long time!
What on earth was going on?
Had they all mutated?
He remembered that Jiang Nan had bulked up several sizes after being locked in the Solitary Confinement Room before, too.
Why had all the prisoners turned into hulking musclemen? Some even had glowing heads?
"Oh, no!"
Bing Chacha suddenly remembered something and broke out in a cold sweat. Xing Luo and Carl still hadn't been rescued!
At that moment, Bing Chacha couldn't care less about the polluted Styx. He hurried to fish those two unlucky idiots out!
By the time he hauled them up, they'd both swallowed their fill of river water and were half dead!
They lay on the Other Shore Bridge, looking miserable as