The assistant stared at the one hundred water cockroaches before him and said to Zhao Rong in horror, "Boss, what do we do? We killed one water cockroach and it became ten. We killed those ten, and they turned into a hundred... Are you saying we have to kill these hundred, just to have them turn into a thousand?"
Seeing the assistant's terrified expression, Zhao Rong's own gaze hardened with resolve. "It seems we can't use the underwater combat weapon 'Mouse' to fire silver needles anymore," he said. "We have to do what that old turtle said and burn them with fire. It's the only way to kill these water cockroaches for good and stop them from splitting and replicating."
When the assistant heard Zhao Rong suggest starting a fire underwater to kill the cockroaches, his eyes widened in disbelief. "Brother Zhao, are you kidding me?" he asked. "How can you possibly start a fire underwater?"
