Veins bulged in Fan Lao's neck as he stared at Xiao Yan, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. He wished he could hack the boy into eight pieces!
In all his years in the Black-Corner Region, no one had ever dared act so brazenly before him, calling him an old dog over and over.
If he failed to kill this little bastard, he had no right to call himself an expert on the Black List or the Sect Master of the Blood Sect!
Ignoring Xiao Yan, Fan Lao shifted his gaze to the white-robed youth's face and said coldly, "What is your answer? If you insist on interfering, then we will be enemies until one of us dies. I suggest you think this through."
"After all, your own life is far more important than any friend or brother."
"Heh, Old Xiao was right. Your brain really doesn't work, old man. I've made myself so clear, yet you're still trying to drive a wedge between Old Xiao and me, hoping your status will scare me off."
Zhou Changqing shook his head slightly, looking at Fan Lao as though he were an idiot. With a faintly contemptuous chuckle, he said, "Trash like you has no business lecturing me about whose life matters more."
"Old Xiao, what do you say? Should I leave this old bastard for you to deal with later, or kill him for you now?"
As he spoke, he ignored Fan Lao's increasingly dark expression and turned to ask Xiao Yan beside him.
Xiao Yan grinned. "I've never cared much for that tired old routine where someone has a chance to eliminate a future threat with outside help, but lets the enemy go for the sake of so-called pride, then dresses it up as waiting until he's stronger to use