For a time, Wu Chen remained silent. He dearly hoped Meng Zhao would step forward and say a few kind words, giving them a way out as one of the parties involved.
But he also knew that was wishful thinking. Young men rarely had much sense of the bigger picture; more often, they possessed the reckless temperament of fighting whenever they refused to submit. He did not believe Meng Zhao had such broad-mindedness or magnanimity either.
Then he turned his gaze to Peng Haibing. As the one who had started this mess, surely he could not remain silent as well? Or was Wu Chen supposed to take the blame?
"Brother Peng, this all began because of you. Say something—how should we settle this? Are we leaving or staying?"
Wu Chen craftily kicked the ball over to Peng Haibing. In his view, there was no way Peng Haibing would choose to part ways with Meng Zhao and the others. Only someone missing a screw in his head would make that choice.
Sure enough, although Peng Haibing had Demonic Nature buried deep within him, he had not lost all reason or judgment, and he instinctively made plans for himself. Seeing this, he could only force a smile and offer a few conciliatory words, making it clear that he would no longer investigate the mysteries of Meng Zhao's physique and bloodline.
Since he had gone that far, Wu Chen naturally went down the slope offered to him and suppressed an internal conflict that had been on the verge of erupting. Still, it was easy to imagine that if they continued onward and went through more trials, even sharper contradictions would arise sooner or later, ultimately bringing their already loose alliance to an end.
From beginning to end, Meng Zhao had never regarded Peng