"Oh?" Zuo Xiaoduo tilted his head curiously.
"Your first mistake: when you saw these bonfires, you should have kept charging straight past without stopping. With that superb weapon in your hand, we might not have been able to stop you. That way, you might have had a chance to escape with your life!"
"Second, when I first started talking to you, if you'd refused to answer and forced your way out, you would still have had some hope."
"Third, when you were lecturing us, if you'd chosen to retreat then and withdraw in another direction, you would still have had a chance to escape! But now..."
He smiled faintly. "We've completed our encirclement on all four sides. Master Zuo, you've always been known for your uncanny foresight, for deciding life and death with a few words... but this time, you've made three fatal mistakes in a row. I wonder whether that's tragic or lamentable."
Zuo Xiaoduo looked back. Behind him, more than a dozen people held sabers and swords, eyeing him like hungry tigers. On either side, some twenty people stood ready for battle, while ahead of him were a full twenty-five, their eyes gleaming savagely, ready to attack at any moment!
"Quite a crowd."
Zuo Xiaoduo clicked his tongue in admiration. "What a terrifying lineup. Let me count... one, two, three, four... why the fuck does this feel like counting pigs? Hmm, eighty-four people altogether. That's not a very lucky number!"
"As the saying goes, at seventy-three or eighty-four, you go to the King of Hell without waiting to be summoned! The number you've scraped together really... leaves me at a loss for snark."
"Since I don't feel like making any more snide remarks, let's fight. I'm very confident I can finish off every last one of you. As