Lao Tang's stern shout made Constantine shudder all over. That harsh tone, those tightly furrowed brows—it was exactly like the way Norton had scolded him whenever he made a mistake a thousand years ago.
But he did not understand. Why was his brother yelling at him? He had clearly done nothing wrong.
The young man stood blankly by the poolside, his delicate features blurred by the rising steam. His molten-gold eyes brimmed with tears, and like a child who had been wronged, he looked so aggrieved he was on the verge of crying.
Lao Tang softly said to Lu Mingfei, "Mingming, we're withdrawing."
The two faced Constantine, their gun barrels never leaving him as they slowly backed away and retreated from the swimming hall through the rear exit.
The moment they stepped outside, Lao Tang animatedly slapped Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. "See, Mingming? My extensive wilderness survival skills came in handy. When facing fierce beasts like bears and tigers, you can't show weakness. You have to act fiercer than they are to scare them off. That's what I learned when I faced down brown bears in Alaska."
Lu Mingfei kept feeling that something was off. The delicate-looking youth who seemed to be a Dragon King had not pursued them from the poolside, but it did not seem to be because he was hesitant or wary—what churned in those eyes was clearly grievance and sorrow.
Damn it, why am I empathizing with a dragon? This is bad. Is my mental state in danger? Am I going to degenerate into a Dead Servant?
An indescribable fear seized his heart and sent chills down his spine. No, I need to ask Senior Brother later whether my mind is still normal.
"There seems to be someone ahead." Lao Tang's gaze narrowed. Then he