บท 498: Knocking at a Widow’s Door at Night

Tang Yuan arrogantly cursed in his heart; [I'm not afraid of dying! I'm only fooling you idiots into throwing your lives away!] However, he was begging on the outside, "Oh… two heroes, great heroes… I… I tell you… I'm a hardworking low-level employee… I don't have any standing in the Aristocratic Hall. Oh, two heroes, have pity on me. I have an eighty year old mother. My poor child will be left crying piteously for food if something happens to me… You will take mercy on their plight, right? Right…? How wouldn't anyone?"

He hadn't even finished speaking when the two similarly dressed masked men shivered in cold. [This one is absurdly shameless! This Fatty is begging for his life in the most shameless of ways! Eighty year old mother… pitiful child… Damn… You're only engaged, aren't you? And, our intelligence suggests that your mother isn't even forty years old yet! So, where did that eighty year old mother of yours come from…?]