On the fourth day, after his morning training, Tang Wen first went home.
Four days of training like a fiend, eating only dried meat and drinking plain water, had been far from a pleasant experience.
He soaked in a hot bath at home and had a wonderful, long sleep.
Carrying the birdcage with the Blood Crow inside, he went to the Royal Palace's kitchens.
This was where meals were prepared for the Forbidden Guard and the Queen.
"Damn it! How are you everywhere?" Needless to say, the speaker was Qian Dong again.
"Here to eat."
"How about I just have someone deliver food to your courtyard every day from now on?" Qian Dong said, exasperated.
"My good brother, it's a deal then."
Qian Dong was speechless. 'I'm more than ten years older than you, you punk!'
With the matter of his meals settled,
Tang Wen returned to his courtyard and carried the fifth and final Iron Man Target into the secret underground chamber.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
