"Fine then." Tong Ka agreed helplessly, thinking to himself, In a bit I'll put poison in all you ungrateful bastards, kill every last one of you. You wanna steal my woman? No way in hell!
"Half an hour later, we meet at the inn entrance. Everyone go get ready now," someone suggested.
"No problem."
Tong Ka snickered. This arrangement couldn't be better; it gave him time to plant his poisons.
Half an hour later, dozens of people appeared in the large open space in front of the inn. This place was very suitable for fighting—nothing would get damaged, and there was plenty of room for people to move around.
"No, I can't hold it!"
In the crowd, one man suddenly clutched his stomach, pain written all over his face, and ran back toward the rooms.
He urgently needed to deal with his stomachache and diarrhea. He really couldn't figure it out—how could his body crap out on him at such a crucial moment? Why did his stomach hurt this bad? Could it be the food had gone bad?
