He was trying to calculate the structural resonance frequency of the dungeon walls using a piece of chalk on the wet floor. "If we all strike the same brick simultaneously with our physical mass, we can generate a tremor!"
"I don't care about bricks! Brother Lin is upstairs!" Gu Zhiwei wept, pacing the cell like a caged, golden tiger.
"He is being subjected to the demonic wiles of the succubi! At this rate, his purity is in grave danger! I can feel it in my heart!"
"Your heart is an idiot, Gu Zhiwei," Lu Jianheng snapped, though he was visibly sweating, his composure hanging by a thread. "The Leader is a master tactician. He is likely assessing their defenses, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. We must have faith in his martial dignity!"
Just outside the bars, two demonic guards were casually leaning against the wall, sharing a smoke from a long, thin pipe, ignoring the frantic demigods inside the cell.
