"Dead? He just died like that? Fuck, that idiot—I knew from the start he was an idiot. We gave him such a good treasure, and he didn't even know how to use it?"
"Breaking through to Quasi-Saint? Break through my ass, you idiot."
"We didn't want you to die—was that harming you? Why did you insist on courting death?"
"If you wanted to die, you should've died sooner. If you didn't want to die, then struggle properly. You kept putting on that half-dead, not-quite-dead look, I fucking—"
In the void, Zhao Wu, who had witnessed Wang Dong being killed by Ye Lin from start to finish, cursed furiously.
That damned mutt had still died in the end.
He had thought the bastard was capable of something impressive. Turns out, that was all there was to him.
If the guy had been bent on dying, then why didn't he just stop living? Why not just kill himself? That would have saved them all this trouble.
And if he hadn't wanted to die, why hadn't he used the things they gave him?
Damn it, it was infuriating just to watch.
Zhao Wu cursed in rage, while Yao Kai beside him wore an equally grim expression.
That fucking Wang Dong had really taught him a lesson.
That idiot.
Such good things had been utterly wasted on him.
And now, the talisman had fallen into Ye Lin's hands.
If he had known earlier, he would never have come. This time, he had suffered a colossal loss.
"Let's go. Things have come to this—we lost."
Yao Kai patted Zhao Wu on the shoulder and turned to leave.
They had lost completely now. It was time to go back.
That position in the Heaven-Seeking Bureau no longer had the slightest thing to do with them.
"Fuck."