Seeing that Bai Ye was determined to make him get lost, Painter panicked.
He staggered back half a step, his hands clenched loosely before his chest. His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Bai Ye with earnest bitterness.
"Do I really have to rip out my heart and show it to you?!"
His words carried the despair of someone unable to defend himself, enough to break the hearts of those who heard them and bring tears to the eyes of those who saw him.
Yet what answered him was a large hand.
The palm opened, planted itself over his face, and shoved.
"Get the hell out of here!"
Painter landed flat on his ass, staring blankly as he sprawled on the ground.
Meanwhile, Bai Ye and the others walked away without looking back.
"I still have intelligence!!!"
Whoosh!
A figure in a black-and-gold trench coat instantly appeared before Painter and warmly helped him up from the ground.
"Look at you. How could you be so careless? Hurry up and get up, the ground's cold."
Painter: "..."
"So, what's this intelligence?" Bai Ye asked with a beaming smile.
Suppressing the rage in his heart, Painter pleaded, "After I tell you, can you not leave me behind? I'm useful. I can guide you, avoid danger, deal with Doctor A, and find the Chief Judge!"
Bai Ye pretended to be displeased. "What are you saying? What kind of thing is that to say?! We're not only fellow townsmen from North Mang, we're comrades who have faced life and death together. I could leave anyone behind, but never you.
How about this? I swear in the name of the Black King that as long as your intelligence is true and useful, I will never abandon you!"
Painter hesitated, seeming as though he wanted