"You're right."
Chu Fan withdrew his gaze and looked toward Ling Feng, his tone as flat as a still pool, revealing not the slightest emotion. "A person needs self-awareness."
"Getting injured while sparring with brothers in the gang is still better than going outside and being cut down by enemies to feed wild dogs."
He looked up, his eyes suddenly sharp as blades.
His brow lifted slightly, radiating an undeniable pressure. "Therefore, if I hurt you, you'd better bow your head obediently!"
Ling Feng's expression darkened.
His nostrils twitched, and the corner of his mouth pulled into a mocking, icy sneer.
Chu Fan turned toward Zhao Tianxing, his gaze falling on Zhao Tianxing's chest. After a slight pause, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Zhao Tianxing coughed, the movement jarring his injury as his chest trembled. He couldn't help but let out half a muffled groan.
He raised a hand and rubbed his chest. A few flecks of blood stained the gaps between his fingers as he smiled faintly. "I was careless..."
"I thought it was just an ordinary spar."
"I didn't expect him to seize an opening and strike to kill—"
"If I'd treated him as a tiger or leopard from the start, I could have killed him!"
Chu Fan said nothing, merely nodding slightly.
He knew Zhao Tianxing wasn't just putting on a brave front.
At that moment, the short fat youth called over a lean young man, and the two supported Zhao Tianxing's arms from either side.
Zhao Tianxing's steps were unsteady, but he still turned and flashed Chu Fan a grin. "Be careful. That kid has a truly vicious heart."
Ling Feng smiled as well.
He had originally wanted to spar with Chu Fan, but Zhao Tianxing had stopped him, so he had fought