Gu Lingtong threw his head back and burst into loud laughter.
The laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing through the air and making everyone's eardrums ache.
Just moments ago, he had still been secretly guessing whether Wu Tianxiong really planned to let Xu Wendong off.
But he never expected Xu Wendong to be so "overconfident," taking the initiative to provoke him; now he truly was courting death, and could blame no one else.
"Brat, today I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three months!" Wu Tianxiong's eyes bulged wide, his gaze sharp as a torch.
Xu Wendong's lips curled slightly, his face full of disdain. He let out a cold snort and said, "The person who can make me unable to get out of bed for three months hasn't been born yet. Even if such a person does exist, they'd have to be some Heavenly Immortal beauty of a figure—no way it'd be a thick-necked, muscle-brained oaf like you."
