Did It Miss?

"Why don't I go help out?"

Li Xinghe suddenly appeared beside Zhao Hai. His gaze swept over the rocking chair behind Zhao Hai before he spoke, leaning on his cane.

"Did Zhang Ziliang not leave you a note?"

Zhao Hai glanced at Li Xinghe curiously and asked.

Li Xinghe shook his head. "No."

"Then can you beat the Star Lords?"

Zhao Hai asked curiously again.

The corner of Li Xinghe's mouth twitched. He gave Zhao Hai a gloomy look. "No."

"Then what are you planning to do?"

"Did you see that the coffin beside Zhang Ziliang was empty and worry it would go to waste?"

Zhao Hai looked calmly at Li Xinghe. There was clearly no mockery in his tone, yet its sting was immense.

Li Xinghe's face instantly darkened. He coughed hard twice, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You're even mocking an old man on his deathbed. You have no respect for your elders."

Li Xinghe's voice was weak as he spoke resentfully.

Zhao Hai silently looked at Li Xinghe. "First, by age, even if your grandfather called me Grandpa, he'd still be getting off easy. Second, you had far too much breath behind that cough."

"Zhang Ziliang is weak, so he can't tell."

"But I'm stronger than him."

"Playing dead won't work on me."

"This old man hasn't even started pretending yet, and you're already eager to play along."

Zhao Hai's calm words pierced straight through the heart.

Li Xinghe froze for a moment. He seemed to want to cough again to prove himself, but ultimately let out a gloomy sigh.

The current directors were getting worse with every generation.

They were harder to fool now.

After bickering for a few moments, the two turned their attention back to the battlefield.