Keep It Up

"Mister Jiang has a point. This is our mission." Xia Qiang turned to Zhou Tong and continued, "Zhou Tong, get ready to draw. Nine people."

"Brother Qiang, Young Master Lin and Miss Lin have never been through anything like this. They—"

Before Zhou Tong could finish, Xia Qiang cut her off decisively. "If Young Master Lin or Miss Lin draws the marked slip, one of us will go in their place."

"That's all right with you, isn't it, Mister Jiang?" Xia Qiang asked Jiang Cheng.

"Of course. It's up to you how you handle it." Jiang Cheng had no reason to object. All he wanted was fairness.

In other words, if the Fatty drew the marked slip, he'd choose to go in the Fatty's place, too.

Otherwise, the next time he saw the Fatty, he'd really be looking at a dead fat guy.

At the thought, Jiang Cheng glanced in the Fatty's direction. As his gaze swept past, he happened to meet Huai Yi's eyes.

Huai Yi looked at him with deep sorrow, as if he had a lot he wanted to say.

"Don't worry," Jiang Cheng told Huai Yi.

At that, Huai Yi's shoulders trembled, and he suddenly felt more confident. It seemed that even if he drew the fatal slip, Brother Cheng would have his back—or even take his place and face the unknown danger himself.

His eyes reddened slightly. Thinking of how Jiang Cheng had looked after him lately, Huai Yi was overwhelmed with emotion. Before he could work himself up any further, Jiang Cheng walked over, gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder, then squeezed it firmly. "I believe you can handle it on your own." He paused, then added, "Keep it up!"

Huai Yi: "???"

"Brother Huai Yi, you have to believe in yourself,"