"Ahhh! I can't bear it anymore. I have to go to the toilet again and talk back!"

Tinker closed the door and sat back in his chair, no longer caring about the gangster who dragged him into a gang fight.

On the contrary, Glover and Thales looked at each other in shock.

"What's wrong?"

Tinker was a little dissatisfied with their looks and explained:

"I really have diarrhea, that's what I said when Boss Kathleen came to check on me...I, I..."

He touched his belly and his expression changed.

"Oops, I've finished my laxatives," Tinker said with some distress:

"I'll have to buy a few more packs later."

Glover and Thales both looked at him with complicated expressions.

"That's good, Tinker," Glover took a breath and understood some of the opponent's strategies:

"So fine."

But then the zombies seriously looked up:

"Tinker, if you and Lillian need my help..."

"Come on," Tinker waved his hand nonchalantly:

"You know clearly, right? With your current status and our current situation, helping others is harming others - wasn't the lesson learned last time enough?"

Glover paused for a moment.

Tinker was silent for a while, then slowly stood up.

"You and your young master, let's go after you have had enough rest," Tinker pointed at the inconspicuous Thales, patted Glover's strong arm, and there were unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes:

"As for your unconscious brother, if it's inconvenient for you, we will hire a carriage to send it to you..."

Glover looked back at him, slightly confused:

"Thank you. I'll pay for the carriage fare... Also, I changed my job and my salary has also been increased. If you need money urgently..."

This sentence seemed to hit something. Tinker's face changed drastically and his tone became urgent:

"Hey! We don't need your dirty money!"

"Especially yours!"

Glover realized something and turned pale as well.

"I know, I know," this is the first time that Thales has seen a zombie in such embarrassment, dodging and looking ashamed:

"sorry."

Tinker stared at Glover for a while, and finally sighed.

"Fuck," Tinker looked away dissatisfied:

"Stop saying you're sorry."

"What you said makes me sick."

"I..." Glover was silent for a second, and then replied in despair:

"sorry."

Tinker clicked his tongue in pain, shook his head, gave up on correcting Glover, and walked towards the door.

"Also," Tinker turned his back to them, pressed his palm on the doorknob, and said hesitantly:

"You...you'd better not come here again."

Glover's breath hitched.

Tinker's mood was equally low, and he seemed to have made up his mind:

"I mean, if your enemy finds out again..."

"You can't protect us."

Glover was silent for a few seconds, then spoke with difficulty:

"I know."

Can't protect us.

Looking at Glover's expression, Thales suddenly felt something.

He remembered something.

I saw the zombie take a few deep breaths:

"I know, thank you, brother."

Tinker did not look back, but exhaled the same breath:

"We are no longer brothers, Fatty."

Not brothers anymore.

Glover paused slightly.

"Now that you have escaped this cesspit...then live the life you deserve."

Tinker opened the door gently and said in a lonely tone:

"You are... no longer one of us."

"Lillian, she hopes so too."

No longer one of us...

Thales saw that at that moment, Glover's arms were shaking.

But before the latter could speak, Tinker walked out of the room, leaving only the door closed.

Glover stared at the door in a daze, unable to regain his senses for a while.

After a few seconds, Thales felt that the atmosphere was about the same, so he moved slightly, came to the table from the corner, and coughed.

"Glover?"

Glover woke up and lowered his head in shame:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I shouldn't have just... I shouldn't have fought with that security officer."

"As for Lillian and Tinker... they don't know your identity, please bear with me."

Thales stared at him carefully and smiled slightly.

"You know, like everyone else, I thought Ms. Lillian was your lover at first."

Glover froze.

Thales sighed and moved the chair in front of him.

"So, do you have anything to explain to me about that lady?"

Glover raised his head with difficulty and stared at the prince blankly.

Thales looked around and tried his best to calm his tone:

"Don't worry, it's just you and me here."

The atmosphere in the room froze for a few seconds.

Glover hesitated to speak, but finally closed his mouth and his face became stiff.

"If you don't want to say it," Thales couldn't help but be disappointed, but he still showed an understanding smile and stood up:

"does not matter."

He walked towards the door:

"Put your clothes on. I'll wait for you outside. It's time to go back."

But right now.

"elder sister."

Glover's hoarse and painful voice came from behind:

"Lillian, she is my... biological sister."

Thales' eyes narrowed.

He slowly turned his head.

"And Tinker," Glover closed his eyes tightly:

"They are my...brothers and sisters from the same mother."
To be continued...