Ji Li slapped his palm lightly with the folding fan, sighed deeply, and asked, "Old Pig, what's wrong with you to stoop so low as to be the Prime Minister's lackey?"
Hai Pig didn't respond.
Ji Li continued, "Fine, let me rephrase it. Why did you betray Chu Grand Marshal?"
Hai Pig remained silent.
Si Snake could no longer hold back, his pair of blue eyes growing increasingly murderous.
Ji Li hurriedly stopped him, "Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Snake! Don't be impulsive!"
He turned back to Hai Pig and said, "Old Pig, I've been saving your skin throughout this journey. If it weren't for me holding him back, even ten of you wouldn't be enough for this venomous snake to kill! If you don't start explaining, I won't be able to hold him back anymore!"
Hai Pig faintly closed his eyes.
Ji Li sneered, "Oh—so now you're acting all unbending in the face of death?"
The iron door creaked open.