After that little interlude, night had slowly fallen. The three of them found a place to gather around a fire, planning to rest for the night before continuing on. Even though they were fairly strong, they were not so arrogant as to travel at night on the outskirts of Slaughter City, a place full of Fallen Ones.
The three agreed to take turns keeping watch, with Oscar taking the safer first half of the night and waking Tang San to switch after two hours.
Oscar had been the one to volunteer for the first watch. For one thing, he was not sleepy at all. For another, he wanted to see if there was any way to get away, preferably with that damned fatty too.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced now and then at Tang San, who was resting with his eyes closed, occasionally tossing a few branches into the fire. Only half an hour later, after confirming that Tang San had entered a light sleep, did he carefully tap Ma Hongjun, whose snores shook the heavens, with the tip of his foot.
The light taps of his toe had no effect whatsoever. Ma Hongjun did not even seem inclined to roll over, showing no sign of waking up at all.
Helpless, Oscar could only keep repeating the motion, moving with utmost care for fear of waking Tang San beside them. At the same time, he cursed himself inwardly for being so soft-eared. If he had refused Tang San's invitation back then and stayed in Heaven Dou City, how could there have been so much damn trouble?
He kept lightly tapping the fatty's belly for dozens of minutes before Ma Hongjun finally felt the itch on his stomach become unbearable and slowly opened his eyes. As he