Only after collecting himself did he crawl out of the formation he had set up. He looked at his surroundings, somewhat dazed.
It was already night. Just how long had he slept?
Regret immediately welled up in him. He regretted taking on an opponent on the Goldenized Tiger's level head-on. After all, losing consciousness in the wilderness was a serious matter. It meant losing the ability to move, losing the ability to fight back-being left like meat on someone else's chopping block.
Xiao Mo did not even dare imagine the consequences if someone with malicious intentions had discovered him while he was unconscious. He drew a deep breath and calmed his frightened nerves.
"Why do you think Old Five made us patrol here? There doesn't seem to be anyone around."
"Exactly. Why make us patrol here? This place really feels deserted. I think we're just wasting our time. How about we bring it up with Old Five in a while?"
"Exactly! I want to go somewhere else and have some fun, too. Old Five's fine otherwise, but he's just too rigid. I feel like I'm living like a monk all day long. It's so boring, so damn boring."
Hearing those voices, Xiao Mo immediately grew wary. Narrowing his eyes, he hid inside the formation again and listened closely.
"Our Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps took a beating here, so of course we have to settle the score. Ah, let's just keep patrolling."
"Oh, sure, you're the one backing Old Five. Fine, fine, we'll make a few more rounds and head back. Lunch today was those dry, rock-hard rations again. Just thinking about them makes me sick. Can't Old Five bring something fit for people to eat?"
"Heh, you know, we really could bring that stuff. Too bad he won't let us.