Black wanted to kill Qing Chen.
He had wanted to before, but now he wanted to even more.
Before, he had worried Qing Chen would steal his credit. Now, it was because he had been slapped across the face.
But when Black had wanted to kill Qing Chen before, he had always been unable to get past He Jinqiu, the bodyguard. He simply had never found an opportunity.
But now things were different. So... this He wanted Qing Chen dead too!
Black signed, "Why do you want to kill him?"
He Jinqiu thought for a moment. "An A-Class being ordered around by a C-Class—I don't think he's qualified."
Black pondered... So it was infighting?
After trekking all day, this was the greatest surprise he could have received.
At that moment, all of Black's previous exhaustion vanished without a trace!
He gestured, "What's your plan?"
He Jinqiu replied with a smile, "To kill a C-Class, there's no need for a plan at all. There are fourteen of you in the reconnaissance battalion, right? Fourteen B-Class fighters still can't kill one C-Class? He's gone to take a piss. This is the best chance to kill him."
Black gestured again. "But if they find out we killed him, Marquis Borton probably won't let us off."
He Jinqiu said, "Don't you have methods to disguise his death as the result of violating the rules? I don't believe it. He's a C-Class. He got lost in the Forbidden Forest and crossed into another area before completing the rules. Isn't that a perfect excuse? Hurry up, or he'll be done pissing."
"Don't worry. Marquis Borton isn't that smart. I'll cover for you."
By the campfire, He Jinqiu began directing the camp. "A few of you, go chop more firewood. You lot head east, and you lot