Over there.
Before the interrogation, Feng Du and the others held a brief meeting.
Then Feng Du ordered Bi Changhong around.
"Go back first and see whether your things are still there."
Bi Changhong's expression changed, and he flew off like a bolt.
The other brothers exchanged bewildered looks, not knowing what had happened.
But after a while, Bi Changhong returned looking ashen, even his hair standing on end and floating in the air. "They're gone! Damn their ancestors! They're really gone! I prepared them for Night Demon! Those bastards!"
Feng Du sneered.
Bi Changhong's face was the color of dead earth.
His temples throbbed violently. One of his eyes turned black while the other turned blue, and he looked ready to split his soul in rage.
"Dare to split your soul and go mad in front of me, and I'll beat you to death!"
Feng Du roared, "You were useless enough to lose your own things, so why are you going mad at someone else? You good-for-nothing!"
Bi Changhong's expression immediately returned to normal, and he lowered his head in shame.
His face shifted between green and white, and he could not say a word.
"The good things I promised Night Demon..." Bi Changhong was numb. "I can't produce them anymore..."
Bai Jing said furiously, "Can't produce them? Then go steal them! Go rob them! Go conjure them! Even if you have to dig up a grave, you'd better bring them out for him! Where's your face!? You promised a junior a reward, made him work, beat him, and tried to kill him, and now that he's done it, your reward is gone? Listen, Sixth Brother, don't disgrace us brothers! If you can't produce it, I'll join Old Duan in beating you every day!"
Bi Changhong: "..."
*I owe