"'You guys'... who are you?"
As Zheng Xiu asked this, his fists clenched and his muscles tensed. He quietly suppressed the faint killing intent that began to rise.
But upon hearing this, Ruchen tilted his head with a loud CRACK from his neck. His face was a mask of disbelief—one eye wide open, the other squinted. With a peculiar expression, he asked quizzically, "Brother Zheng, did Kui Lang shoot you in the head or something?"
"…"
'My ass.'
The corner of Zheng Xiu's mouth twitched. The tense atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was completely shattered by Ruchen's single remark.
"I see."
A moment later, Ruchen scratched his bald head. A look of sudden realization dawned on his face as he finally understood.
Ruchen's expression suddenly changed, prompting Zheng Xiu to take two steps back and watch him warily.
Why would Zheng Xiu ask such a question?
It all began when he first met Ruchen.
