Ouyang Feng's gaze turned cold, "Is this a threat?"
"This is not a threat," Brother Ma shook his head, "It's a fact, like your good brother who is dull-witted but easily trusts others..."
Ouyang Feng's eyes were as sharp as a sword, exuding traces of killing intent.
"Was it your hand in the last incident? Did you send Little Wood to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons?"
"You truly cannot fool Brother Feng," Brother Ma smiled slightly, not denying it, "But Brother Feng, you should be clear that it's fortunate I acted, so I can still remember some old ties. If it had been someone else, Junior Brother Mu would likely have met a bad end by now."
Ouyang Feng said nothing, just looked coldly at Brother Ma.
Brother Ma paused for a moment, then sincerely advised:
