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"": "The two men soon showed signs of exhaustion. They slumped against the wall, too weak even to wipe themselves.
For some inexplicable reason, Luo Bin glanced at the eight corpses propped against the opposite wall.
An unexpected shudder ran through him.
Nobody wanted to get too close to that side, yet one man was sitting right beside the bodies.
He certainly had guts. At first glance, Luo Bin had almost mistaken them for nine corpses.
That man... was Zheng Tong, with the mole at the corner of his mouth.
He watched the two men on the other side of the Underground Room, twirling his beard with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. His eyes looked so... calculating? Was there even a hint of a suppressed laugh?
There it was again!
Luo Bin felt more than numb. A chill shot through him from his feet to his head.
What was Zheng Tong laughing at?!
He had been just as sneaky during the day!
Yes, he had been laughing then, too!
Yes, last night, he hadn't closed his tent flap. He had been stroking his beard and laughing just like this!
Suppose Zheng Tong really was up to something.
He had left the flap open because he was about to hurt someone. He was on the verge of succeeding, and he couldn't contain his glee.
Then why had he laughed during the day? What had he done to hurt someone?
And what was he laughing at now?
With that line of reasoning, Luo Bin suddenly had something to work from!
These two men had diarrhea. Had Zheng Tong tampered with something?
Was Zheng Tong pleased and satisfied to see them like this?!
Just then, Zheng Tong seemed to notice Luo Bin watching