Liu Hui walked over to Jin Sanpang, his face impassive. He squatted down, patted his chubby face forcefully, and cracked a wide grin, revealing two rows of big white teeth.
"You still breathing, Fatty?"
His voice was thirty percent teasing and seventy percent concern.
Jin Sanpang had been touched that Liu Hui was injured this badly for his sake, but after hearing that, he endured the searing pain of his wounds and forced himself to sit up.
He puffed out his cheeks and blew a gust of air right at Liu Hui, spattering his face with saliva.
"Dazed Dragon, San Pang has plenty of breath left in him!"
"What's with the attitude, Fatty? I avenged you, didn't I?" Liu Hui wiped the spit from his face in disgust, smearing it on Jin Sanpang's stomach.
"No, you didn't! Dazed Dragon, it only counts as revenge if you kill him," Jin Sanpang said bluntly, pointing at Zhang Shao.
"Heh, you fatty!" Liu Hui pretended not to hear him.
