At that moment, Feng Dahai, having been treated, entered the room with a steely-faced expression and sat down in a corner of the resting area, without uttering a word.
Just moments ago, he strutted around with authority, cracking his whip as he pleased and wielding a branding iron with the same reckless abandon, while Huang Xun and Pretty Boy Du Qing showered him with various flatteries. Now, he resembled a dog that had lost its home, facing a miserable fate of being sealed in wax.
What a promising start it had been! Yet it had developed into the situation at hand.
Before coming here, upon hearing that Guo Zhipeng and his mother had successively died at Li Teng's hands, Feng Dahai mocked their foolishness, confident that hunting down Li Teng personally would be effortless, almost certain of securing the 100 points reward.
