"Mr. Zhao Wuji, there's no need to be so reserved."
Seeing Zhao Wuji rubbing his hands in evident nervousness, Zhou Qing smiled and stepped forward. "We're just ordinary people too. We simply want everyone to live a good life."
"Mr.? I don't deserve that!"
Zhao Wuji was somewhat flattered and began introducing the students behind him: Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun.
Among them, Dai Mubai turned his head away, unwilling to meet Zhou Qing and Xiao Wu's eyes. He still remembered how they, along with Tang San, had each slapped him once and beaten him senseless.
That grudge—
He probably would never be able to settle it!
He was now considering whether he should let bygones be bygones and try to build ties with the Red Assembly.
After all, Dai Mubai had heard about the Red Assembly's development in recent years. Though it had been deliberately smeared, it continued to thrive as though outside criticism had no effect on it whatsoever.
Oscar slapped himself, forcing his gaze away from Xiao Wu's pretty face. He glanced at Yu Xiaogang, coughed, and greeted Zhou Qing. "Hello, um... have we met somewhere before?"
"We met in Suotuo City. Back then, Tang San even figured out your martial soul," Zhou Qing said with a smile.
"So it was you!"
Oscar's eyes widened.
Why did the other party remember him so clearly?
"So it was you guys back then! You made us run such a long way!" Ma Hongjun stared at them darkly—
Ever since that day, he had been forced to go on long runs almost every day. He could not vent his Evil Fire either. Although the fat on his body had diminished and the speed of his Soul Power cultivation had improved, the anger in his heart had only grown harder