"Step..."
Standing before the doorway of the home Fighting Hairball had not entered for half a month, Fighting Hairball stopped, looking timid and worried, and kept peering inside.
"Pat."
A hand gently patted Fighting Hairball's shoulder.
"Little Hairball, don't be afraid." Zhou Tianwu's voice gave Fighting Hairball considerable courage and confidence, just as it always had. "Do you remember what I told you when we formed our contract?"
"No matter how great the difficulties we face, we'll always stand together and face them as one."
"Roar!"
A moved expression appeared on Fighting Hairball's face.
Those words were so familiar.
When Fighting Hairball had still been a weak little Hotheaded Dumpling, Zhou Tianwu had said those very words at their first meeting. Fighting Hairball had never forgotten them.
After so many years of fighting together, Zhou Tianwu was still the same man he had been back then.
At that moment, powerful courage surged through Fighting Hairball's heart.
Seeing Fighting Hairball's emotions settle, Zhou Tianwu nodded slightly, then took a deep breath and limped past the others. With the hand he could still move, he slowly but firmly pushed open the door.
The Zhou Family's living room was somewhat disheveled. Four figures whose auras were no weaker than Zhou Tianwu's sat inside.
The moment they heard the door, they all looked toward Zhou Tianwu.
Their gazes held hesitation, anger, and hidden greed, but when their eyes shifted from Zhou Tianwu to Fighting Hairball behind him, those looks turned to outright hatred.
This fellow had lost control during that dangerous incident and caused them all such heavy losses!
"Tianwu, we came here today for an explanation." One of them, a relatively composed man, slowly spoke. "How do you intend to answer for what Fighting Hairball did?"
Zhou Tianwu gave the man who had