"Everything listens to Brother Tian's arrangement!"
This kind of obedient Ding Hui is not often seen...
They rented a carriage, taking the boxes and luggage.
"Giddy up!"
With a whip down, the two headed to the Forest Snake Gang's base.
...
Foolish Underworld, prison cell.
"Cough cough cough!"
Humblebane Plague suddenly felt unwell and painfully suppressed a low cough with a hand over his mouth.
"Master?!"
Zhao Wutian, with red eyes, stayed by his side.
"Shh!"
Humblebane Plague's stern gaze swept over, but it was already too late.
Some of those pretending to sleep around had suddenly awoken, their eyes scanning over this way.
This was a mixed cell, with members interwoven and complex. Even Humblebane Plague didn't dare to say how long he could last under the keen eyes of these people.
Two months? One month? Or even... just a dozen days?
Perhaps one morning, he'd suddenly have his throat slit by these cell inmates, dying silently within the prison.
