Zhao Yuan's mansion was packed with people, heads crowding together and shoulders brushing, but in stark contrast to the laughter and cheer over at Ying Ming Hao's place,
a suffocating air of gloom and oppression hung over this gathering. Even the spirit beast meat they were chewing seemed to have lost its original savory flavor.
"Damn it! That Ying Ming Hao was actually nothing more than a clone! He survived injuries that severe-what incredible luck and fortune!"
Zhao Yuan cursed through gritted teeth, grabbing a plump duck leg and tearing off a huge mouthful like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, as though he could turn all his resentment into a ravenous appetite and vent it that way.
Beside him, Su Mei's face was filled with regret.
"Alas, who could have imagined that bastard who deserves a thousand cuts had such an astonishing trump card hidden away?
He was a smiling tiger through and through!
If we'd known it would come to this, why would we have been stupid enough to walk straight into the line of fire?
If we'd known sooner how exceptional his strength was, we could've simply taken a detour..."
By the end, Su Mei couldn't help heaving a heavy sigh, inwardly consumed with remorse. After all, she and Ying Ming Hao had once shared some measure of friendship. She had only herself to blame for destroying that bond with her own hands, and whenever she thought about it, regret came too late.
But discussing any of that now was already pointless. Standing to one side, Luo Bai's expression was so dark it seemed coated in frost. He stared fixedly at Zhao Yuan and Su Mei and said gravely,
"Things have come to this. More words won't help.
Right now, Ying Ming Hao and we