"Damn it!"
The fat guy cursed in frustration, retreating quickly as he exited the ranks of the Ghost Soldiers. Surprisingly, after his departure, the Ghost Soldiers showed no intention of retaliation or punishment. Instead, they returned to their original state, continuing their march in rhythm. Gradually, the figures dissolved into a misty black fog, growing fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely from sight.
"What just happened?" Mr. Su Bai asked, puzzled. He wasn't upset that the fat guy was trying to have all the fun to himself. After all, if the fat guy didn't hog the limelight, could he still be called 'the fat guy'? On the contrary, Mr. Su Bai felt a sense of schadenfreude. It was clear earlier that the fat guy had made a fool of himself.
