An ungrateful wretch
"What an ungrateful wretch." Pei Xianjue sneered. "Looks like I really did choose the right Card for you. Now that your wings have hardened, you want to ride roughshod over me? Liang Zhou, you eat my food and drink my water. What right do you have to tell me what to choose? So what if Headquarters recruited you? As long as you haven't officially taken the post, you're still a dog of the Pei family!"
The Gray Wolf's gaze turned cold.
It was difficult to read expressions from a wolf's face, but the atmosphere had undeniably become tense.
The air still carried the thick stench of blood from the battle. It stimulated everyone's senses, and all kinds of negative emotions lurked within it, seemingly ready to be provoked at any moment.
Baozi saw iridescent colors surging around them—bright red anger, dark purple resentment, pitch-black hatred, and flashes of vivid blue like lightning. That was killing intent rising and falling with their emotions.
Every emotion produced by a living creature caused its cells to release different pheromones. One of Baozi's Kichijoten Card abilities was seeing those pheromones, regulating them, and soothing them.
He took a difficult step forward and walked to the Gray Wolf's side, saying in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Of course I'm going to trust my good brother."
The killing intent lessened...
"If you don't trust your brother, are you supposed to trust the xenomorph on the other side?" Baozi continued. "Captain Su from Qingjiang City may have introduced her, but this is still our first time meeting. If danger really comes, I'd rather count on my brother than her."
The anger subsided...
Baozi smiled at Pei Xianjue. "Miss, you really are something. Haohan and I have followed you for seven years. How could we not