It Seems Simple, But It’s Not!
"Thankfully, that old fart died on his own," the rough-faced bandit could not help but say.
"Well, at the very least, he had some sense in him. He also saved us. The least we can do is not mock his efforts." The freckled-faced bandit shook his head, scolding the other one.
"Hmm? Are you planning on honoring his dying wish?" the rough-faced bandit asked after being silent for a bit.
"It's not in my hands. All I can do is relay the old man's wishes to Boss," The other bandit sighed a little as he replied. "Then again, if not for him, we would have been eaten by the Yin Beasts."
"Let's hurry and inform Boss of everything," the rough-faced bandit spoke as the two of them came to a sudden stop, hearing the vigorous roars of men farther away.
Upon hearing the familiar voice and the clang between weapons, the two looked at each other in excitement before rushing out, noticing three Yin Beasts fighting against a group of more than forty bandits.