Getting the best of both worlds and still complaining

To Yan Shi, Yan Leiting was the family's future and hope.

But to the two mysterious old men, he was the mission for this trip—the absolute top priority.

Second roared, "Don't listen to that guy Wang Sheng! He's slippery as a ghost. One careless move and you'll fall right into his trap. He escaped from my brother just now... He's definitely not as simple as he looks to you."

Yan Lei sneered. "Heh. Escaped? Then tell me, what's with the bloody holes in his body? And where did the wound on his chest come from? That half-dead state he was in—did he beat himself up?"

In Wang Sheng's condition, forget escaping—he could not even move, all right!

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Wang Sheng had been at his peak, he was only a Soul Emperor. No matter how strong he was, could he really escape from a Spirit Douluo?

Was that not pure fantasy?

Most likely, Wang Sheng had been grievously wounded and knocked unconscious, and they had thought he was already dead, which was how he had been lucky enough to survive.

Meanwhile, Second and Eldest were completely dumbfounded.

Bloody holes? A wound on his chest? Half-dead?

Damn it, were they talking about Wang Sheng, that cunning little bastard?

Please. The two brothers had not even touched a hair on him before he got away, all right!

But why was this guy saying that?

Was he lying for Wang Sheng?

That did not seem very likely!

After all, Wang Sheng had only entered Yan Mansion today. There was no way he had already gained Yan Mansion's complete trust.

Was what he said true?

Then did that not mean Wang Sheng really only had one breath left?

Who had done it?

Could it be that besides the two