Vilechka said on the boat,
"If you ask me, with so many of us, we'll definitely scare that kid into peeing his pants!"
A hundred boats, nearly six thousand men.
Just forming a dragon line and passing through that canyon would take over an hour.
"It's like adults beating a child!" said the hot-blooded Vilechka.
Carter chuckled low, his visage fierce, like a sharp-headed vulture, clearly not one of the kind-hearted.
"Do you find my words amusing?"
"A lion still uses full force when hunting a rabbit," Bald Carter said.
He did not deny Vilechka's boastful claim, because he thought the same, but he objected to Foucault himself.
Vilechka raised an eyebrow. "Is this the knowledge passed down from the wild beasts? Truly barbaric indeed."
Bald Carter spoke with meaningful intonation. "Humans originally emerged from the pack of beasts too, young man, you've forgotten your nature."
"Heh, I'll bear your advice in mind," said the young man, with an indifferent expression on his face.
