The people outside kept hurling insults, but everyone knew how dangerous this place was, so none of them actually dared attack.
"Do you even have balls, or were you born impotent? Don't think being a pimp will save you. We can surround this place until you starve, you son of a bitch."
"I should've visited your mother less often back then. Then she wouldn't have given birth to a useless piece of shit like you. You're a disgrace to your old man..."
"Hold on, that doesn't add up. So many people visited his mother back then. How do you know he's yours?"
Everyone fell silent, then erupted into wild laughter.
Encouraged by the attention, the speaker grew even more brazen.
"Not just his mother. I heard he and his friend's entire family are selling themselves too. A whole nest of whores..."
But before he could finish, he suddenly felt a sharp pain beside his face.
He wiped it and found his hand covered in blood.
What just happened?
He turned his head in shock and saw a wooden stick embedded in a nearby tree trunk, its exposed end still quivering.
Only then did a sigh ring out.
"Your mouth's like a toilet. If it's that filthy, find a toilet brush and scrub it out. Don't stink up the whole place..."
As the words fell, Zhou You sauntered out through the vermilion doors.
Who...?
They all froze for a moment.
They had assumed Luo Liangde had finally snapped under the insults and come charging out to fight to the death. Instead, someone they had never seen before emerged...
The next second, someone shouted.
"Chen Liang, weren't you fucking guarding the back? How did someone get past you?"
It was a quick-witted response, but no one answered.
"Chen Liang... did he get