Old Three and Lao Si were both somewhat shocked. They had not expected Old Eight, who usually knew the art of lying low so well, to have such courage.
It truly made them feel a little ashamed!
The next second,
Old Eight straightened his slightly hunched back, gripped the blade in his hand, and charged in the opposite direction with righteous resolve.
As he sprinted, he shouted, "Brothers, charge!"
In the end, he simply tossed away his blade and dropped the act, calling back without looking over his shoulder,
"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, you go on ahead. I'm going to find a weapon that suits me."
Old Three: "(°ー°〃)"
Lao Si: "(⊙﹏⊙)"
Sure enough, Old Eight was still as cowardly as ever!
Damn it, Old Six's position was the one most suited to you.
The two exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths twitching.
"Fourth Brother, the sow at home is about to give birth. I'll be leaving first."
Old Three coughed dryly.
"Same here!"
The two nodded in mutual understanding. After glancing at the people continuously falling around them, they turned and ran.
At their age, they no longer had the vigor of their youth. All they wanted was to live out the rest of their lives in peace.
If Lin Pengwen had not paid them so generously, they would never have waded into this mess.
If they did not leave now, when would they?
Elsewhere, Lin Pengwen noticed the movements of the three men and cursed wildly in his heart.
Those old fools were getting more cowardly with age. Did they think they could walk away unharmed if they failed today?
However, Lin Pengwen did not dare make a move, because Lin Chongwu's gaze had been fixed on him the entire time.
Amid scream after scream, only