When Du Chengfeng woke up from his sleep inside the cage, what he saw was not the familiar soldiers responsible for guarding him.
But rather, two men and a dog even more familiar.
"It's you? When did you come?"
Rubbing his still drowsy eyes, Du Chengfeng turned over and stood up.
"Indeed, if we count the days, you should be here by now, considering so many people in this camp have already been defected by you..."
"This time, I won."
The two Warriors spoke in unison.
"I've already waited so long, given you so much time, but your methods have never worked... It seems your ideas were merely a coincidence. To accomplish things, you still have to use my way."
"Hmm..."
Du Chengfeng started scratching his head.
"I have a question."
"Go ahead."
The Warrior was in a good mood, deciding to generously answer any of Du Chengfeng's doubts.
It's a grace only the strong can have, a victor's pity for the defeated.
