Lu Chengwen and the others ate inside the Small Wooden Cabin.
Outside, all they could hear was the raging wind and several old men locked in an inseparable battle.
At a time like this, who could possibly have an appetite!?
Only Zhao Ritian!
Still, although Zhao Ritian had an appetite, he was also very concerned about what was happening outside.
Pan Meifeng remained expressionless, neither happy nor sad, calmly eating her food.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked at them. "Eat. No looking around."
The four young people quickly continued eating in silence.
After fighting for a while, Pan Meifeng suddenly slammed down her chopsticks in anger, pushed open the door, and walked out.
The four young people looked at one another.
Fishing Elder shouted, "Little Stutter! What are you doing!?"
Pan Meifeng said, "Let him go."
Nan Ji said, "This opportunity comes once in a lifetime! We must kill him here today!"
Pan Meifeng repeated, "Let him go!"
Hun Tiangang said, "Did you save me a drumstick?"
Inside, Zhao Ritian looked at the drumstick in his hand as everyone stared at him.
He hurriedly put it back on the plate, grabbed a chicken wing, and said, "I saved one."
Nan Ji grew anxious. "Meifeng! Why!?"
The wind stopped. Amid the silence, Old Villain's panting was crystal clear. Everyone could tell that he was injured—badly injured.
Hun Tiangang said, "You want to save him?"
Pan Meifeng's voice was calm, yet it carried towering waves of emotion. "Senior Brother, all your life, you have been worthy of everyone in this world except me. And he has wronged everyone in this world except me."
Everyone fell silent.
Pan Meifeng sighed. "I do not share your feelings for the nation and the world, your grand vision of the greater picture. I am already someone