Jiang Yuanfan cast Zhang Shuyao a sidelong glance, feeling that the anger and things he had done over the past few days had been utterly ridiculous.
A mocking smile crept onto his lips, and his voice was as cold as Cold Ice. "When did Chu Fan ever get in your way? You were the one who spoke out of turn and got chewed out by Zhao Tianxing. You didn't dare settle the score with Zhao Tianxing, so you took your anger out on Chu Fan instead..."
"Cowardly with the meek, craven before the strong—bored, shameless, and utterly contemptible!"
Zhang Shuyao was stunned. She had never imagined Jiang Yuanfan would say such things.
"Don't make a fool of yourself."
Jiang Yuanfan let out another mocking laugh. "If he really decided to fight, even if all of you attacked him together, you wouldn't be able to take a single punch."
With that, he turned and left, his steps utterly decisive and free of hesitation, as if he had made some sort of resolution.
Lishan, who had been keeping watch with him earlier, sighed and shook his head. "I'm heading back first. I still have to shovel horse manure."
Zhang Shuyao stood frozen in place, her face filled with bewilderment...
What had happened to Jiang Yuanfan and Lishan? How had they suddenly changed their ways?
She stamped her foot and stalked off toward the Seven Star Gang.
Inside the dim room, candlelight flickered in a bronze lamp.
A tangerine-red glow was trapped within the Black Mist, like a moth struggling inside a cocoon.
Beyond three feet, the outlines of objects blurred.
Faint wisps of Black Mist drifted throughout the room.
The Black Mist wrapped around the chamber, making everything within seem illusory, like a bewildering dream.
Two figures appeared within the mist...