"Forget that for now. Quickly find a place for my classmate. He was badly injured and needs rest. I only made it here because of him."
"Then we must thank him properly. Xiao Wang, bring the car over. Also, notify the Food-Type Spirit Martial Practitioners in the clan to go to the safe house."
"Second Uncle, what kind of background does this kid's classmate have? Is it necessary to mobilize so many Food-Type Spirit Martial Practitioners?" The speaker was the child of Qin Ming's eldest uncle—his cousin.
Qin Ming had gone out earlier to look for him, yet the guy had already entered the Safe Zone and still had the mood to make such sarcastic remarks.
"It is! He saved... Ah, damn it! Son, stop!" Qin Xiao had only gotten halfway through his sentence when Qin Ming suddenly dashed out from beside him and swung his fist hard at his cousin's face.
One punch sent him straight to the ground. Qin Ming then rushed forward and began kicking him, shouting:
"What background? Want me to beat you into a damn background image?!
"If I hadn't gone out looking for trash like you, I wouldn't have run into all that.
"And another thing! If you useless Guard Team bastards hadn't run off without opening the barrier, the strong fighters in the city wouldn't have been held back by the Trolls, and half of Dry City wouldn't be gone now!!!"
"Son, take it easy. Fuck! Stop already, that's your cousin."
The moment Qin Ming's father spoke, he realized he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly changed his tone.
Yet his body was very honest. He remained rooted to the spot, watching his son beat up his elder brother's child.
The other elders who had come along also stretched out their hands