"Tch." Zhu Yanfeng folded his arms and gave a scornful laugh, looking at him sidelong. "Well, isn't that something? Look at you, so damn ignorant! Yan Zhen, open your eyes and take a good look. The other three are turtling up without a fart between them, and you're the only one making noise? Seems this 'surprise' really only fooled one stupid Defense Type Soul Master like you!"
Dou Jing forced out an ice-cold sentence through clenched teeth. "If you want to condemn someone, you can always trump up a charge!"
"Trump up a charge?" Zhu Yanfeng's voice suddenly rose as he stepped forward and glared Dou Jing down. "Dou! Are you really blind, or are you playing dumb? The two of us came to this shithole, and we never even mentioned the Bone Excavation Group's filthy, rotten business. We only dug our teeth into that old dog Barton and kept asking about him!"
"Think about it. What were we here for?! What the hell is Barton, that he'd be worth the Chen Clan sending the two of us?!"
"Me, level 89!" He pointed at Qin Luguang beside him, his momentum growing fiercer. "Lao Qin, level 87! The two of us joined forces to chase him down, and that slippery old crocodile still managed to flee! Weigh it for yourself. Without some heaven-reaching ability or hidden channel, could he have done that?!"
The way he said it made it sound as if they had already surrounded Barton at the time.
However, the few people present had all seen the two of them chase after Barton one after another.
A sharp gleam burst from Zhu Yanfeng's eyes. "These two eyes of ours aren't blind yet! Those secret techniques Barton used at the end to save his life were sinister, tyrannical, and crooked