After taking half a dose of antidote that would last three days, Bu Ersun felt much better.
Three days. In three days, a lot could be determined.
That Rat Head was obviously so powerful, so why didn't he capture Lu Chengwen himself? Why insist on having him lure Lu Chengwen to a designated location?
Was Lu Chengwen really as formidable as Rat Head claimed?
I don't believe it!
What did he even have?
Other than several hundred billion in assets, a whole bunch of rich, beautiful girlfriends, five old men with top-tier martial world strength backing him, a master with the highest combat power in the martial world, the support of the entire Jiang Family, and the life-and-death devotion of Xiao Long Aotian and Xiao Zhao Ritian... what else did he have!?
What! The! Hell! Did! He! Have!?
Was I inferior to him!?
No matter how you looked at it, he was a handsome and outstanding man, one in a million. How could he lose to a Lu Chengwen?
Unconvinced!
Bu Ersun lay on the bed smoking, his gaze melancholy.
Suddenly, he looked at Caiyun and Zhuiyue, who were tidying the room. "Caiyun, Zhuiyue, stop what you're doing for now. I want to ask you something."
The two girls hurried over and sat properly.
Bu Ersun said, "I'm going to ask you something. You must answer honestly. No lying."
"Yes! Your subordinate will tell you everything she knows and speak honestly and fairly."
"Mm. Between Lu Chengwen and me, who do you think is more impressive? I mean, taking everything into account, between him and me, who is more... intelligent, talented, and promising? Who will have a better future?"
Caiyun said, "Young Master inherited the Dean's gifts and is a top talent meticulously cultivated by the strongest ancient martial arts