Vick called out desperately, but no one responded.
If they truly had the courage, they wouldn't have fallen to such straits.
"The Mire Gang has thirty-odd members."
"I'm not going to throw my life away."
"It feels like it's better to..."
Looking at their numb expressions, Vick felt an impulse to grab a weapon and cut them down too. A bunch of worthless trash! But then he suddenly felt a sense of release, for he realized he had once been much like them. It was My Lord who had saved him.
"I'll go." At this moment, a man, beaten so badly he could barely stand, apathetically picked up a small knife from the ground and struggled to his feet.
Although surprised, Vick seized the opening and shouted to the others, "Do you want to rot here, get strung up and beaten to death for going down to the river, or come with me and overthrow the Mire Gang? Make your choice!"
