"Boss, are you alright?" Zou Ci, still blocking Ling Feng, looked at Xi Jian behind him.
"Move or I'll hit you too!" Ling Feng pushed him roughly. But Zou Ci didn't budge. Ling Feng threw his fist to him.
"Calm down, friend! Can you explain to me what happened before attacking me blindly like this?"
Zou Ci avoided Ling Feng's beatings. The killing aura from him really put Zou Ci on guard. Suddenly, the earphones in his ear rustling and Gan Ji's voice could be heard. "Hey, Gan Ji? For the first time, I'm glad to hear your voice. Can you come back inside?"
Zou Ci and Ling Feng locked each other's arms.
"Ha, calling for backup?" Ling Feng scoffed.
[Why did I hear Ling Feng's voice there? And why are you breathing hard like that? What are you two doing?]
"Don't ask and come quickly—"
"Let him go." Xi Jian stood behind Zou Ci. His thumb rubbed the tip of his bleeding lips.
"Brother Jian!"
