On the docks.
Bonfires rose in clusters.
Everyone gathered together.
The sea breeze swept over the white cloths on the ground, carrying a briny smell.
It exposed the faces of their dead brothers.
"Fuck, Li Old Second, we agreed we'd both make it back alive and find ourselves some women."
"Pockmark, you fucking... left me behind again."
"Old Zhu, look at you, you idiot. I told you to run, but you fucking insisted on taking those aliens down with you. Now there's nothing left but your head. How am I supposed to explain this to Sister-in-law when I get back?"
Sobs rose.
The wind picked up.
It was as though heaven itself were weeping.
These vicious men, who had killed countless people, looked at their brothers' bodies and could no longer hold back their grief.
They cried like children, every one of them.
They were human too. They were someone's sons, fathers, and husbands.
Who could understand the grief of the survivors as they looked at brothers they could never wake again?
"Woooo..."
A long ship's horn sounded.
In the distance.
Dozens of ships slowly approached.
Dragging his exhausted body, Little White Tiger jumped onto a pile of cargo with a jar of liquor in his arms.
"It's time. Time to send our brothers home."
His hoarse voice, his bloodshot eyes, his smoke-yellowed fingers.
All revealed his exhaustion.
Old Ninth, Ji Min, Thirteen, Hei Ba, Hu Du, and the others stepped forward one after another.
Everyone assembled at the docks.
Boom.
The ships docked.
Barrel after barrel of strong liquor was carried onto the docks.
The sailors were expressionless, or rather, they dared not say a word more in front of these killing gods.
"Say a few words."
Thirteen took Little White Tiger's liquor and gulped down a mouthful.
"They