That night,
at the Ninth Master's Residence.
Little White Tiger sat on the sofa with a grim face.
The brothers gathered together, smoking in gloomy silence.
Although they had finished off Xiaodao and the others, their good mood was gone too.
Lian Jing's terrible condition had left everyone with anger bottled up inside.
Xiao Yuan nestled in Little White Tiger's arms, painting her nails as she pondered something.
Only when Old Sick strode into the living room did everyone perk up.
"Found it."
Old Sick smiled with a hint of excitement. "Fuck, Lei Zi really chopped him to pieces. I dug through minced flesh for an hour before I found it."
"I reckon that bastard Xiaodao wanted to copy Lian Jing and swallowed the thing."
There was a reason Sickness and Pestilence were both said to be seriously sick in the head.
A scene that bloody actually left him wanting more.
"I had someone develop the negatives."
As Old Sick spoke, he took out the freshly developed photographs.
Everyone was curious about what could have made those Kou Islanders risk their lives.
But when they crowded together to look, they all frowned.
"Who the fuck can make sense of this?"
The map in the last photograph was extremely abstract.
It was obvious that whoever had drawn it had no drawing skills whatsoever.
They could not even tell what it was supposed to depict.
Countless little circles were linked together.
The group, who had been quite interested in the secret treasure, were sorely disappointed.
"Is this thing really a map?"
Old Ninth yawned, immediately losing interest. "I'm off to bed. Take your time looking."
"A kindergarten-level map. One look tells you it's a scam."
Hi Dog was equally unwilling to use his brain and left after him.
Little White Tiger tapped