"What do you mean, no? You've got the heaviest resentful curse on you, I've saved a spot for you in the C position! Aren't you going to thank me?"
Dragging Niksa Labres back to the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao casually hacked off his limbs, tore off his armor, piled the bodies together, and placed the limbless Niksa Labres on top of the mountain of corpses. He took a few steps back, admired his handiwork, and nodded in satisfaction.
But, it seemed like something was still missing...
Rubbing his chin, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a moment, looked over Niksa Labres' twisted, ferocious expression of pain, his eyes filled with resentful hatred, and suddenly understood.
"Scream! Why aren't you screaming?"
"You despicable yellow-skinned monkey! The Empire's army will avenge us! The entire Far East will turn to scorched earth, and you lowly creatures will all die!!!!"
Seemingly aware of his inevitable fate, Niksa Labres yelled and cursed hysterically, venting his pain, fear, and anger.
