Good news: they'd assembled with impressive efficiency in half an hour.
Bad news: Shen Tang had led a herd of beasts out of the pen, ridden her Motorcycle beyond the city, and only then remembered one extremely crucial problem.
So she turned and asked Wei Lou, "Who are we attacking first?"
Those five words nearly sent Wei Lou tumbling from his horse. His features twisted out of shape, and countless complicated emotions brewed into the foulest curses. But his good manners kept him in check. He forced himself upright, gritted his teeth, and said, "You dragged everyone out in such a hurry without even deciding who to attack? This is absurd!"
He'd voiced exactly what Luo San was thinking.
But when Luo San got worked up, he could be stubborn as a mule.
"What's absurd about it? We have to fight sooner or later, so what difference does it make when we fight? And who cares who we fight? We're already here. Are we really going to go back empty-handed without hunting something big? Are you scared?" It wasn't arrogance or conceit. He had every right to say it.
In his eyes, their lord had indeed been a little rash.
But—
Sometimes, you needed that kind of spirit that let you trample the world beneath your feet!
Wei Lou's lips trembled with fury, and he couldn't manage a complete sentence.
"You're both crazy! Both of you!"
If they wanted to go crazy, they could leave him out of it.
He shouldn't have followed along without knowing what was going on.
Then came a sight that sent his blood pressure spiraling even further.
He watched Shen Tang untie a coin purse from her waist, take out two copper coins, toss them high into the air, and catch them in her hand.