When two sides fought, kill the spectators first?
Zhao Hai had just picked up a bottle of mineral water for a sip. At those words, his hand trembled slightly.
Has life gotten too comfortable for you? You actually dared to provoke him?
Chen Luo was also slightly stunned. That domineering? You're forcing me to join in?
And if I don't, you'll kill me?
Before they came, Zhao Hai had said Qi Lin was ruthless and audacious. Sure enough, he really had guts.
Qi Lin sneered. "Are you hoping we'll cripple each other so you can swoop in and reap the rewards?"
Everyone else turned to stare at Chen Luo as well. What else would a spectator like him be after, if not an easy windfall?
Watch everyone else fight to the death while he preserved his own strength?
Dream on.
A man wearing glasses, with somewhat filthy long hair, took a drag on his cigarette and sneered.
"I reckon he might be planning to raid our bases and take our supplies once we start fighting."
Zhao Hai felt he needed to do something now. If he quietly stayed on the sidelines and watched, he might be the one to suffer.
Even if Chen Luo said nothing, he would still be displeased. Taking Chen Luo's side now, on the other hand, could earn Zhao Hai more of his goodwill.
Zhao Hai stood and said solemnly, "Brother Qi, I can vouch for Brother Chen Luo. That's absolutely not what he's thinking. He simply doesn't want to get involved in this dispute."
Zhao Hai recalled what Chen Luo had said two days ago: he didn't want to get involved in a children's squabble.
It sounded a little pretentious, but it was the truth.
Qi Lin snorted. "I never believe what people say, only