Bi Changhong had just met up with Duan Xiyang ready to drink, when they both received a notice.
Then the two looked at each other.
Duan Xiyang frowned at Bi Changhong, "This meeting... you knew about it beforehand, didn't you? Did you deliberately invite me for a drink only for something to come up midway? Playing games with me?"
Bi Changhong widened his eyes, "I just came from Yan Wu's place, I really don't know anything, why are we suddenly gathered again?"
Duan Xiyang was very displeased, "Heh, you guys are sworn brothers, teaming up to mess with me?"
Bi Changhong burst out in anger, "Do I need so many people to mess with you?"
Duan Xiyang retorted, "So just you alone is enough?"
"I didn't say that!"
"But that's clearly what you meant!"
"Old Duan, is it even fun to keep arguing about this? Let's go to the meeting! Move it!"
"Move it, Grandpa!"
Duan Xiyang, with the White Bone Spear in hand, thrust it into Bi Changhong's thigh.
Blood gushed out instantly.
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