That was right. This time, Qin Fen had used individual parts rather than complete components. Naturally, he was thrilled to have made a mechanism on his own for the first time. And what man wouldn't show off when he was sitting on a horse? He rocked back and forth, calling, "Giddyup!"
All he needed was a riding crop to smack the horse's rump. That pose, combined with what he had said earlier, made every guard feel sick. It really was a damn toy.
People who didn't understand something always jumped to conclusions and assumed they knew best. They gave Big Chef a long look. After watching him order Benedict around earlier, and seeing how readily Benedict had complied, they instinctively felt a surge of disgust. Qin Fen could have sworn that everyone was equal in his eyes. What was wrong with asking an old man for a little help?
He didn't think he had been disrespectful. He was doing something useful, after all. What they needed now was to pull together.
That was how he saw it, but the outsiders saw things differently.
Several guards left with Benedict V. Two returned to the vehicle to keep listening for a response over the radio. Nightfall was frightening; no one knew what might happen. But Benedict insisted on staying, and there was nothing they could do except wait for rescue.
"Hello, hello. This is the search team. Is this His Holiness Benedict's convoy?" A deep male voice came over the radio.
"Yes, yes, it is. Our situation is critical. A large number of civilians are stranded, and supplies are running short. It may be difficult to hold out for long, and the weather is completely unpredictable. Today has been downright bizarre!" The guard looked speechlessly at the setting sun. *What the hell?