Jiang Changkong had seen them before, when he robbed the Star Stones.
He had deliberately held back then, only knocking them unconscious. Xiao Hu had still been alive at the time.
After the affairs at the Martial Market were settled, Cheng Huai and the others had kept dragging him off to drink.
He had never had the time to ask where Liu Feng and the other two had gone. He had always meant to treat them to a meal.
He had never expected that when they met again, only two of the three remained.
"It's nothing major. We were just helping Commander Zhao find a Star Demon when he ran into an accident and died."
Liu Feng spoke calmly, but the grief on his face could not be hidden.
They had been friends to begin with and had worked together. Xiao Hu's death had dealt them a heavy blow.
Anger flickered across Zhang Mo's face, but he said nothing, merely turning his gaze aside.
"He died at the hands of a Star Demon... sigh."
Jiang Changkong sighed softly. If Xiao Hu had died at someone's hands, he could still help avenge him.
But Star Demons? Some of them all looked alike. Who knew whether killing one would even count as revenge?
"There's no need to say any comforting words. We're already honored that you still remember us."
Liu Feng grinned. "You should still have things to do, so go on and get busy. Don't worry about us."
"Brother Feng, that's not what I meant. I owe you all a meal, and I'll keep my word. I also owe you a phone."
Jiang Changkong said solemnly, "Brother Hu can't eat that meal now. But forget one Star Demon—even if it's ten or a hundred, I'll kill them for you."
They were