1563 - The Reason
A whole stretch of naked bodies was seriously hard on the eyes!
The chubby white man who had volunteered himself was sweating coldly again. Before he got a blanket, he had shivered from the cold; after wrapping himself in one, he was sweating all over from the heat.
Whether it was cold or hot, it was all because of the pressure Great Demon Li was putting on him.
He had no doubt whatsoever that the sword in the other man's hand could cut him into mincemeat in an instant, saving anyone the trouble of burying him afterward.
Casey Balcom was about to speak when someone hesitantly raised a hand. "Sir, could I have a blanket? It's too cold. Achoo!"
Though the Black and white men had looked fierce in their full gear just moments ago, they were really a bunch of pampered young masters, unable to endure even the slightest hardship. They had only been out in the cold wind for a little while, and they were already about to lose it. One after another, their faces were frozen pale, with tears and snot streaming down in equal measure.
Once the first sneeze came, it was like a contagion. Miserable sneezes rang out one after another.
"Why not give them some clothes, Li Bai? Do we have any extra blankets?"
Shi Boxue, the operation team leader, asked Li Bai for his opinion. He had no objections whatsoever to the fierce, decisive display just now.
A swift strike to cut through the tangle—there was no more suitable way to handle things. If you could settle it with your fists, why waste time talking?
What was there to be dissatisfied about?
Only people who couldn't win talked about keeping the peace. If you could win, you charged straight