Capital.
A private hospital.
The Instructor lay in a hospital bed, covered in wounds.
Beside the bed, a burly old man smoked as he peeled a piece of fruit.
The apple was covered in cigarette ash.
"Old Man, aren't you being a little too willful?"
Guan Ming, who stood guard at the door, complained, "If you wanted to protect your own, you could've just sent us. Failing that, why not ask that Old Lady to help?"
"You knew the Pope and the Marquis had come to the Dragon Kingdom, yet you still went running off."
"What if they'd cornered you?"
"When Minister Yang discovered your coffin was empty, the shock nearly sent his blood pressure through the roof."
"To keep anyone else from getting close, he actually hugged your coffin and cried for an entire day and night. Now he's downstairs registering at the throat clinic."
Looking utterly shameless, the Old Man handed the ash-covered fruit to the Instructor.
The latter shook his head in disgust. "Not hungry."
"I was worried about him, wasn't I? Besides, the Pope and the Marquis would have to be capable of cornering me first."
The Old Man was a classic case of growing more childish with age.
Not only did he see nothing wrong with his actions, he turned around and blamed Guan Ming.
"If you little bastards weren't so useless, would I have to go out fighting at my age?"
The old man and the younger man stared each other down, neither able to win the argument.
They could only drop it.
Guan Ming changed the subject. "How are things going with Little White Tiger?"
"They've already landed on Kou Island. Old Ninth asked me to ship some explosives over."
The Old Man cursed dismissively, "Once we slaughter Saint George this time, let's