Deng Xiu was terrified, silently praying that the person Wu Cheng had called him to deal with wasn't Chen Feng.
Wu Cheng, on the other hand, was excited and took a few steps forward to greet him. Pointing at Chen Feng, he blurted out, "Brother Asura, this is the guy who beat me up. Get rid of him for me."
"Damn..."
Deng Xiu's legs nearly gave out from under him.
How could it be Chen Feng?
Why was it him?
In Deng Xiu's mind, a million curses raced by.
"Brother Asura, do something about this."
Wu Cheng urged him.
"Do something, my ass."
Deng Xiu backhanded Wu Cheng with a slap.
The gang of underlings that Deng Xiu had brought watched Chen Feng with fear, lacking any semblance of ferocity.
Stunned by Deng Xiu's slap, Wu Cheng asked, "Bro... Brother Asura, why did you..."
"Damn it, you're trying to get me killed."
In his rage, Deng Xiu landed another kick on Wu Cheng.
