“Look at him, then look at us,” Marvin said peeved while crouching next to Vanilla. “Back when the plans were being drafted, why didn’t you ask the boss why she insisted that we come to a godforsaken place where birds don’t even defecate?”
In the Sacred Mountains, it was not an exaggeration to use “Where birds don’t even defecate” to describe the place. There were really no birds that could be seen anywhere. Otherwise, Marvin would not have to resort to doing the splits for a hardtack!
Fortunately, they had already joined up with Vanilla and the others. After all, Vanilla’s team members were all Silkshade House hitmen. By helping each other out, they would definitely be more united than the outsiders no matter what. Therefore, there wouldn’t be a need to worry about food anymore. However, as Marvin ate his hardtack, he saw that even Milo had someone taking care of his daily needs. This nearly caused him to throw the hardtack onto the ground.
Comparisons were really infuriating!
But Vanilla handed him a water bottle and said calmly, “What’s the point of comparing with him? Look at the other side.”
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