"Mr. Mask, you!"
"Why? Why did you betray us?"
"What conditions did the officials promise you? Do you really think they'll pardon you?"
"..."
For a moment, all the Ghost Valley Old Guard were arguing endlessly. Compared to the physical pain of having limbs broken and lying on the ground, the sorrow of betrayal deep in their hearts was even harder to accept.
Iron Arm forcefully twisted his torso, using hands whose tendons were completely severed, almost devoid of any strength, with blood-drenched hands resting on Wu Liang's ankle.
His eyes were filled with anger and confusion.
"What exactly do you want to do..."
This gnashing sound was almost enough to crush Iron Arm's gums.
But it only resulted in Wu Liang kicking him away casually, squatting down with a playful grin and said, "Why would I need a pardon from the officials? Did I do something universally abhorrent?"
Even Director Long couldn't stand the sight.
