Adrian Hawthorne got up to follow Will. It was best to be cooperative on someone else's turf. Besides, his feet were going numb from squatting outside, and inside he could sit comfortably and still see Little Fatty Tang.
Jim Thorne naturally followed as well, making a point to walk ahead of Adrian Hawthorne. He was older and a better fighter; it was his place to be in the lead.
The Mad Lord had already come out of the projection room. Tang Xiaopang was sleeping on the sofa, her posture quite ungraceful. As soon as Adrian Hawthorne and the others entered the room, they saw Tang Xiaopang sprawled out, her head tilted slightly, with drool trickling from the corner of her mouth.
'Looks like this little fatty is doing just fine. I was worried for nothing.' Adrian Hawthorne breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Jim Thorne into a seat at a less prominent spot.
"What were you two doing, skulking around outside?" the Mad Lord demanded.
