Chen Yulu naturally knew that Qin Shaofeng's continual use of such terrifying martial skills must have consumed an enormous amount of energy.
But what he wanted was for Qin Shaofeng to overexert himself.
So what if they were temporary friends?
So what if he had saved them several times?
Before profit, all of that was empty talk.
He had been waiting for Qin Shaofeng to exhaust himself, kill the wolf kings, and end up gravely wounded himself.
That would be the perfect opportunity to snatch everything away.
He had planned it all out perfectly, yet he had never expected Qin Shaofeng to wear such an indifferent expression upon truly seeing the three wolf kings.
There were three wolf kings right in front of him!
If that brat got bitten to death by the wolf kings before killing them, then forget about seizing the God-grade Martial Skill—even escaping the jaws of those three wolf kings would be a miracle.
"Shut up!"
Qin Shaofeng had no interest in dealing with such useless trash who did not have the slightest bit of ability.
No matter what Chen Yulu was thinking, Qin Shaofeng did not see the slightest threat in him.
That was precisely why, although he noticed something off about Chen Yulu's expression, he had no desire to pay him any attention.
As the Eldest Young Master of the Chen family,
Chen Yulu's status might not have been as lofty and untouchable as imagined, but few people dared to rebuke him. Much less someone like Qin Shaofeng, who completely ignored him and insulted him the moment he opened his mouth.
His fair, tender face immediately turned the color of pig liver.
"Three Emperor Rank White Wolf Kings. They'll make decent help."
Qin Shaofeng never once turned around to glance back, his gaze fixed