The insults erupted like a tidal wave.
Even Yu Xiaogang, who was always quick to defend his own, frowned deeply. He opened his mouth, only to realize he couldn't find a single excuse for Dai Mubai.
Hitting a woman.
No matter the world, it was one of the most despicable things a person could do.
Especially after he'd already shown himself to be so utterly incompetent.
"Beyond saving."
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, disgust flashing in his eyes.
He valued Dai Mubai's talent, but his character was truly appalling.
Tang San also frowned slightly.
Watching Dai Mubai lose control, he shook his head to himself.
"Boss Dai, you've gone too far."
"Laying hands on a girl means you're in the wrong, even if you had a good reason. And besides..."
Tang San didn't finish, but the superiority in his eyes grew even more pronounced.
He thought of Xiao Wu.
If it were him, he would never let Xiao Wu suffer even the slightest indignity.
The stark contrast made him feel that his own character was far nobler.
On the training ground.
Dai Mubai's hand never came down.
Not because he'd come to his senses, but because Zhao Wuji had stepped in to stop him.
But that no longer mattered.
That raised hand had severed the last bond between them for good.
Dai Mubai looked at the people around him, their eyes fixed on him as if he were trash. He looked at Tang San's sanctimonious, "I'm only saying this for your own good" expression, and at Yu Xiaogang shaking his head in disappointment.
At last, he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
The girl stood there, her expression frighteningly calm.
No tears, no anger—only the indifference one might show a stranger.
"Dai Mubai."
Zhu Zhuqing spoke, her voice clear, yet cold