Henghai Provincial City.
In a high-end hotel.
Zhou Jingong, seething with rage, removed his disguise at top speed, tearing off the layer of realistic prosthetic skin to reveal his original appearance.
Standing beside him, Duan Feibai looked at his bruised and swollen face, feeling both frustrated and amused. He was frustrated because they hadn't managed to kill Luo Xiu. He was amused because Zhou Jingong's current appearance was truly comical. He was an old man, yet he'd been beaten to a pulp.
"So… Master Zhou, what do we do now?"
Zhou Jingong snorted coldly. "I never had much hope for this plan of yours!"
Duan Feibai was speechless. So if we'd succeeded, it would've been all your doing, but since we failed, you're pinning the blame on me? What a thick-skinned bastard.
Zhou Jingong said, "On the Combat Stage, in front of so many people, I couldn't go all out. I didn't dare use a single one of the Wind Blade Sect's Unique Arts!"
