Give It a Try
Hercules had clearly warned Li Bai just moments ago. He hadn't expected the kid to insist on walking straight into danger.
Had he not made himself clear earlier?
"Hey, hey, Li Bai, don't do anything reckless. Jaharlal isn't a good person!"
Even though they were both "Saints," Hercules had no choice but to blurt out the truth.
"I know. Bad people should be dealt with!"
There was absolutely nothing wrong with what Li Bai said. Good triumphing over evil—the process was entirely correct.
"Are you crazy?"
Hercules realized that this kid was completely impervious to reason.
Did "Saints" not care about saving face?
The Saint's Association had a loose structure, and its members enjoyed considerable freedom. Unless there was an internal event, everyone—from senior members to junior ones, and even the "Saints"—basically went about their own business. No one could be sure to look after anyone else.
When a "Saint" suppressed or taught a lesson to one or two clueless members, there was generally a good reason for it. It wasn't a matter of bullying, and the others had nothing to say about it.
But this was the first time in the Saint's Association that someone had been so reckless as to go out of his way to provoke a "Saint."
If Li Bai hadn't been a member of the Saint's Association, and if Hercules hadn't witnessed it himself, he wouldn't have wanted to get involved at all.
"I just want to give it a try!"
Li Bai really was the sort of person who refused to believe something was impossible.
He'd had the same bad temper as a kid. Otherwise, Old Li wouldn't have chased him up and down the apartment building with a Webbing Belt.
Although he'd grown more levelheaded as an adult, whenever