Even though the pervy fatso was uncomfortable, his shrewd gaze was incomparable to others. He knew that Feng Yi was incredibly strong, and following him would allow him to learn some real martial arts, right? And then, with a few bragging rights, wouldn't all the girls come flocking? As he thought about this, he started to smirk with an evil laugh…
Screw it. If he dies, he dies. At worst, his old man would break his legs. But he had to go for it. The fatso turned serious and said, "If Brother Feng likes it, just take it – this book was meant to be a gift for you, anyhow."
But how could Feng Yi take such a small advantage? He's a man with grand goals. If he can help, he won't hold back on giving some guidance. He just felt shame at such underhand tactics. But surprisingly, the fatso was rather persistent. He reassured, "Don't worry, it was just a suggestion. The book will return to its rightful owner in three days."
