Ah Feng had once followed Zhao Ba, and Shen Jun expressed great surprise. But after thinking it over, he couldn't help but silently curse himself for being an idiot.
Just a few nights ago, while dining at Yuanfeng Hotel, Ah Feng had already spoken about this matter, and of the eight underlings who were with Zhao Ba at the time, six had immediately disassociated themselves from Zhao Ba and joined The Inferno Society.
"How could I have forgotten this in just a few days? Look at this pig head of mine!" Shen Jun gave Ah Feng an awkward smile and said, "Brother, honestly, I think you don't need to feel conflicted about this issue. Zhao Ba has been killed; he didn't have a good end, which means that your revenge has been served. Why bother concerning yourself with whether you personally killed him or not?"
