As they spoke, tears of sorrow fell from Xiao Hei's eyes.
Many of the brothers and sisters who initially escaped had not all died.
There were also some who, because they were particularly colorful, were violently taken away. Among these people were both men and women, and he could only watch helplessly.
The Martial Arts they once thought were decent, when brought out into the open, truly couldn't hold up.
It was only then that he realized the majority of their success had relied on the intelligence of the Lord.
The teamwork and excellent strategies... yet all that had given them a false impression that they were somewhat outstanding.
Now, with only so many friends left, no matter what, he could not let anything happen to them.
Xiao Hei thought that by saying this, if not deeply touching the Lord, it would at least stir his emotions somewhat.
Having been together for so many years, no one understood the Lord better than him.
