Old Zhong, blinded by a ghost, would never believe what Huang Xiaolong was saying. Furthermore, he saw Huang Xiaolong as a romantic rival. He despised Huang Xiaolong, even hated him to the bone, and did not care to listen to Huang Xiaolong's words.
Huang Xiaolong felt the same way, didn't he?
"Pffft...Fine, I initially planned to save you, but you're telling me to scram? Alright then, go ahead and fend for yourself." Huang Xiaolong glared at Old Zhong, as if looking at a dead man.
In reality, all Huang Xiaolong had to do was to remove the wild ghost perched on Old Zhong's neck, and Old Zhong would snap back to reality. But Old Zhong had a foul mouth and was very obnoxious, so Huang Xiaolong certainly wouldn't save him.
Huang Xiaolong was not a saint!
"Sister Jing, let's go destroy those zombies." Huang Xiaolong took Lin Jing's hand and walked away. Lin Jing took one last look at Old Zhong, her eyes filled with a hint of pity, but she did not say anything else.
