Glancing around at everyone, I decided to break the awkwardness. “I’ve been thinking about whether we’d assumed our opponents to be weak just because they are Honeycomb boys. That might’ve been why we’d been restrained over and over again.”

Harry held the black bread in his mouth, propping himself up on two arms behind him. His face darkened, looking impatient. As though he didn’t want to talk about the battle against Pink Baby and the other Honeycomb boys.

“That makes sense,” He Lei continued. “We underestimated our enemy.” Picking up on my line of thought, He Lei began to reflect on our mistakes. He was different from the impatient young man he’d been half a year ago....