「The next morning.」
Feng Mountain woke from his dream, sat up, and stretched comfortably. The moment he turned his head, he jumped in fright.
Nash was sitting on the right side of the bed, clutching his rifle with a stern, vigilant expression.
"What are you doing?" Feng Mountain couldn't figure out what kind of shenanigans Nash was up to now. He subconsciously glanced at the left side of the bed.
Wawa wore the same vigilant expression, his eyes fixed on their surroundings as if guarding against some imminent danger.
"What is wrong with you two?" Feng Mountain asked the two clowns, a headache coming on. It looked like they hadn't slept all night and had just sat on either side of his bed.
"Khilla, we are protecting you," Nash said coldly. Wawa nodded emphatically.
"Protect my ass!"
Feng Mountain couldn't help but curse. Two men sitting by his bed while he slept.
If he got up in the middle of the night to take a piss, he'd have a heart attack.
