"Zongbing, I'm with you. My stomach also feels a bit uncomfortable."
Seeing Cheng Sheng launch the Sacred Wood Stele and the huge brick, Han Laifu instantly recognized the situation, knowing he must make a clear distinction between himself, Qin Yu, and 'little master'.
Zhou Feng's face was extremely grim as he said coldly, "You guys go."
From Zhou Feng's emotionless eyes, the two could see that he had erased them from his circle of good friends, their recent attempts to please him all in vain.
Yet, they didn't regret it!
It was uncertain whether Zhou Feng would survive the day, so what use was his friendship?
Better to think about how they could curry favor with Cheng Sheng soon—that was the right way.
Cheng Sheng merely looked at the two coldly, not giving them a hard time, considering they were his childhood friends after all.
Moreover, they hadn't made a move against Cheng Hui, so he couldn't openly give them trouble.
