Ma Hongjun licked his cracked lips and complained,
"I'm telling you, Xiao San, what exactly does Yu Xiaogang do for a living?"
"Huh?"
"Rescuing people is like fighting a fire, but he just dragged his feet. He had to wait until we... until we'd suffered that utter humiliation and were almost ruined for good before he finally strolled over with the imperial edict?"
"If only he'd come even half an incense stick earlier!"
"Just half an incense stick!"
"Would we have ended up... ended up in this state?"
By the end, he could no longer suppress the fury in his voice. He slammed his fist into the dirt beside him, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Oscar wrapped his arms around his knees and buried his face deep in the crook of his elbows.
At Ma Hongjun's words, his thin shoulders trembled violently. In a muffled voice, he said,
"Fatty's right... If only he'd been a little faster, just a little... we wouldn't have... wouldn't have lost..."
His voice caught, and he couldn't go on. Only broken sobs came from his arms.
It was a long while before he pulled himself together. Then he murmured,
"Rongrong... my Rongrong... will she still want me...?"
"Am I even still a whole man?"
"Do I still deserve her...?"
His quiet sobs and whispered words cut into everyone's heart like a blunt knife.
Dai Mubai's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to speak, but no words came.
Looking at the others, who had only a single "Demon Pill" left, he felt, for some reason, a strange surge of joy...
Tang San sat cross-legged between the four of them, his back straight as he tried to maintain his composure.
But the slight tremor in his fingertips and the venomous resentment barely contained in his eyes