Dai Mubai hoisted the sack onto his shoulder. Under cover of night, the four of them slipped away from the courtyard without a sound.
Along the way, they stuck to remote alleys, avoiding every patrol.
Once they were out of the city gates, the four quickly changed out of their night clothes and into their regular outfits.
Dai Mubai carried the sack at the front and said in a low voice, "Follow me!"
Beneath the moonlight, the four hurried toward a remote stretch of wilderness outside the city.
Before long, they arrived at a lonely outhouse.
Ma Hongjun stepped forward and kicked open its rickety wooden door.
"Quick, throw him in!"
Dai Mubai swung his arm, and the sack traced an arc through the air.
"Plop!"
A dull thud rang out, splashing countless indescribable "mud spots" everywhere.
The four covered their noses and mouths and hurriedly retreated. They didn't stop until they were a hundred meters away.
"Haah... haah..." Ma Hongjun panted, his face brimming with the satisfaction of revenge. "That felt great! He made us drink that soup! Now he can taste what a latrine is like!"
"A little punishment will do," Tang San said calmly. "Yu Xiaogang can't just die yet. He still has his uses."
He looked at the other three. "Have someone 'discover' Yu Xiaogang tomorrow morning. We don't want him to actually drown in that latrine."
"Understood." Dai Mubai nodded.
The four spoke in low voices for a little while longer, then burst into barely restrained laughter. With their arms around one another's shoulders, they headed toward Heaven Dou City.
Since the renovations to the Soul Fighting Arena would take at least three days, the academy teams gathered in Heaven Dou City had begun to grow restless.
Young people were full of energy, and