Our experiences could fill an entire book if we really sat down and talked about them in detail.
We had encountered more than many seniors who had spent their entire lives devoted to pursuing the Dao, regardless of their field.
In our four-man team, none of us were easily provoked.
We had been through too many life-and-death situations. Everything else seemed insignificant by comparison.
Zhang Yuchen looked completely unfazed at the moment:
"You really want to fight me? But don't cry when you lose!"
Damn! I nearly spat out my food when I heard that.
I knew Zhang Yuchen was serious.
But saying that at a time like this sounded like pure provocation no matter how I looked at it.
At this point, it was like roasting Lu Zheng over a fire. He had no choice but to make a move...
"Who the hell is going to cry? I'll be the one beating you until you cry—no, I'll beat you until you puke blood."
Lu Zheng's face turned red, and the veins in his neck bulged.
His temperament was too impatient, too volatile.
If he had gone through the dangers we had, he probably would have died dozens of times already.
"Brother Zheng, sit down, sit down!"
"Brother Zheng, we're eating!"
"Brother Zheng, calm down, calm down!"
"..."
Everyone at the table spoke up.
More and more people were drawn over by the commotion.
"Isn't that Boss Lu's son, Da Gang's boy?"
"That's right, Lu Gang's son, Lu Zheng. There really aren't many youngsters in the South of the Ridges Feng Shui circle as talented as him."
"How did he get into it with someone?"
"Who are those two boys? Never seen them before."
"..."
Amid everyone's chatter,
I gnawed on a rib as I spoke to Lu Zheng, who