"Cough cough, if there's a next life and I become a woman... I'll... I'll marry you, cough cough, if I become a man... we'll bow to heaven and earth and be sworn brothers, h-how about it, cough cough..."
"Alright, alright, can you just shut up for a bit?"
"We've led them around for half a month now, why haven't the Investigation Department people noticed anything strange."
"Could it be that I, Mr. Song, renowned all my life, will die here?"
Mr. Song jokes as he drags Black Eagle quickly forward.
"Mr. Song, just put me down already... you're crushing my ribs with your damn arm... when we get back, eat more meat if you have time, don't be so skinny like a skeleton."
"Stop talking, the Eagle Feather people are here, I can sense them."
"You run; if you escape, at least you can get the intel out. Don't let us both die here."
"Exotic Beast Investigation Department, cough cough, the first rule, intelligence above all."
"Go, Mr. Song."
