Si Ning hadn't drunk either, even though Ye Ruan, Gu Cheng, and the others hadn't told anyone what he had done.
But Si Ning couldn't get past his own guilt and fit back in with his brothers.
Jiang Qing sat nearby eating noodles. He noticed Si Ning's icy stare but paid it no mind.
Si Ning ground his sharp teeth, thoroughly disliking the man before him.
He walked over and thumped the little dining table in front of Jiang Qing, neither lightly nor particularly hard.
"Fight me."
Jiang Qing smiled when he heard that. "Why?"
"Our team's rule. If you've got a grudge, settle it with a fight."
A cold gleam filled Si Ning's eyes.
"You stuck your nose where it didn't belong. You pissed me off."
Jiang Qing gave him a complicated look.
Si Ning frowned. "What's that look for?"
"Nothing. You just remind me of a kid." Jiang Qing leisurely ate his noodles.
He even turned away with his bowl, not bothering with him.
Holding back his anger, Si Ning grew so furious that his eyes reddened.
He was just about to turn and leave when Jiang Qing spoke again, his voice level.
"Where are we fighting?"
"As it happens, I've been holding back some anger myself."
He had come to a place like this and witnessed the terrifying, twisted side of human nature in the apocalypse.
The people he knew had died, one after another.
In the end, he was alone.
These were all good people. Unfortunately, an outsider couldn't fit in. All Jiang Qing had was boundless loneliness.
All those negative emotions had been building up inside him.
Now that someone unreasonable had come along, there was no harm in fighting.
Si Ning paused. "Finish eating, then meet me in the lobby downstairs."
"All right," Jiang