At this moment, Zuo Fenggen had no mood to care about the ridiculously colored face of the opponent. Instead, his eyes flickered as he stared at the rat-faced man for a while before he spoke slowly: "You're injured!"
Zuo Feng's voice wasn't loud, but those four words sounded like rolling thunder in the ears of the rat-faced man. The rat-faced man was shocked, his eyes widened, and he quickly blurted out: "How do you know, who told you?"
Just as the words left his mouth, the rat-faced man saw the young boy opposite him smile coldly, only then did he realize what was happening, and his face once again turned extremely angry as he shouted loudly: "You guessed it, damn it, you little brat dare to play me."
"Of course, it's you who's being played. With your brain, you also try to plot conspiracies. With idiots like you, even ten Golden Rock Mountains would have been wiped out by now."
