To be honest, Meng Zhao really had no desire to waste words on these ants. Even speaking such ruthless words felt somewhat beneath him.
Still, he had lived another life. His former achievements had become passing clouds, and now everything had to begin anew. There was no point clinging to status or standing anymore. If someone deserved a rebuke, rebuke them—peace of mind mattered most.
As for whether this would intensify the conflict, or whether these two would attack him and Cui Ying right now, that simply did not factor into his considerations.
In truth, even if he said and did nothing, Wen San would sooner or later come after him, especially now that blood had been spilled and his courage had swelled.
Even an ordinary person facing certain harm would be better off making a desperate stand. Besides, Meng Zhao had his own confidence.
Ma Feng's head was buzzing. He could not understand where this ragged, stick-thin fellow got the nerve to sneer at them.
Yet the facts were right before them. They had indeed been mocked—and called lackeys to their faces.
The other man was even stockier. His name was Yang Xiaoshu, and he reacted faster than Ma Feng. His face turned cold as he stepped forward.
"Li Qier, have you lost your mind? Say what you just said again if you've got the guts!"
His voice was heavy. He bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, his gaze vicious enough to suggest he might attack Meng Zhao at any moment.
Cui Ying also came to her senses. She hurried to Meng Zhao's side and tugged at his hand, her limpid eyes full of pleading, as though asking him not to act rashly. Endure for a moment, and the wind and waves would pass.
Cui Ying was not particularly