Mortal Kombat
Goul's head was still down as he listened to the disdainful comments from Nianzu and Tsongai.
They weren't all that angry.
If they hadn't come, they wouldn't have known that such a thing existed here.
They looked at Nianzu and wanted to save time with him.
Rather than looking at him, they were more focused on looking at the screen, alright?
"Thank you, master, for your forgiveness."
"Yes, yes, yes. Whatever. Now, Ru Mo, tell me more about the lightning God, Raiden."
"Yes, Ru Mo. Tell us. Is he that strong?"
Goul, whom both elders had brushed off, didn't know how to feel right now.
He was glad that he was off the hook. But why did it feel like he only got off because they didn't care?
The perplexed Goul decided to stay beside his master and win his affection back.
Ru Moyen, who had suffered after knowing the identities of the middle-aged-looking men, calmly relaxed again when talking about Mortal Kombat.