CH157: A JOB FOR THE INNER THREE.
"Drink up, kiddos."
"You cannot be serious, right?"
"This is a joke. You're joking, sir. You are joking, right?"
"You do know what this will do to us, yes?"
Krista, Jamal, and Dezhong questioned their leader's orders while exchanging a series of unsettled glances, baffled glares, and bewildered side-eyes. Even though they showed resentment, Kong's expression did not change one bit. He remained serious, his scarred face showing no other emotion apart from the seriousness he displayed.
"Does it look like I am joking?" Kong questioned as he sat down. His daughter stood at his back and started to remove the bandages that were wrapped around his body. The scars that once covered his body were no more, and his body looked as if he had never battled anyone in his life. "Drink up."