When Jiang Che was choosing the Death Warriors, Wang Er stepped forward of his own accord. "I'm a fast runner."
"At my speed, there might be a chance I come out alive."
"And even if I don't, it doesn't matter. I was an orphan to begin with, there's nothing much tying me to this world, and there will be no parents grieving for me."
Everyone fell silent for a moment, and Jiang Che bowed to him solemnly. "Then I'll entrust it to you."
Alone in the tunnel, Wang Er stood there, counting the time.
Only when he felt his comrades should have withdrawn to a safe distance did he take the torch from the tunnel wall and, hands trembling, light that long fuse.
Then he grabbed the torch and started sprinting madly down the tunnel.
After running a stretch, he suddenly hurled the torch from his hand.
He had already seen that sliver of light at the tunnel's exit.
Just then, a dull boom sounded behind him, and a massive shockwave flung him to the ground.
