"Fourth Brother, how's your injury?"
In a quiet courtyard in the Great Victory Pass, Zhu Bo had sought out Feng Si. Seeing his pale face and persistent cough, Zhu Bo brought out some medicine for his wounds.
"It's nothing, I won't die."
Feng Si took the medicine and complained, "Eldest brother, I was really wronged by our second uncle this time. That youngster's cultivation skills are profound, and I'm no match for him."
The intelligence came from Zhu Bo, and Feng Si dared not blame his own elder brother, thus laying the blame on Zhu Kui.
Correctly so, Zhu Kui was the primary source of intelligence. If there was any mistake, it was his mistake.
Zhu Bo was aware of the awkwardness, but he doubted and asked, "Although our second brother is often unreliable, his keen eyes from years of doing business are well-known. Is that lad as formidable as you said? Or did you fail because you didn't take it seriously?"
"Elder brother, do I look like I just wasn't careful?"
