Maitreya's expression turned slightly cold, but it lasted only about a second before that smiling face returned. He picked a fairly handy shovel and began working.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye stood some distance away, watching the scene.
"Sure knows how to endure."
"Like an old turtle, never showing a flaw. Hard to deal with."
Wang Ye muttered a couple of lines, then shook his head with a smile. He did not even bother lowering his voice. With Maitreya's strength, whispering and shouting in his ear made no difference.
Yet Maitreya acted as though he had heard nothing and continued digging.
He still could not figure out Wang Ye's—or rather, Zhang Ziliang's—true objective, but he was certain of one thing.
Wang Ye wanted to provoke him.
That meant he had to remain even calmer and maintain a good state of mind. Only then could he more keenly spot Wang Ye's weaknesses and deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.
Yes, kill.
At that moment, he had made up his mind. No matter what, he had to find a way to get rid of Wang Ye this time.
The threat was too great.
Wang Ye had already seriously affected his plans and become an obstacle in his path.
Maitreya had always decisively removed obstacles.
So what if he looked bullied and somewhat cowardly right now?
Without an absolute advantage and certainty of a killing blow, what was the point of acting domineering?
He had seen plenty of bold, imposing, pretentious, refined people of all kinds. Even more had looked down on him. But what had happened in the end?
He was the only one who survived.
Even if he pissed on those people's graves, would they not have to endure it obediently?
Would they even dare stand up and argue back?
Staying