"Old Ao, what are you doing? Get up, get up—we're supposed to be good brothers, right? How could I possibly act like that? Don't you agree?" Chen Feng hurriedly helped him up, looking very sincere as he spoke.
But before Odinman could even take a sigh of relief, Chen Feng's tone shifted abruptly.
"Old Ao, you say... sigh, I'm almost embarrassed by how you're behaving. If you're going to be that sincere, then I can't just not accept it, can I? Let's just agree on this pleasantly! I'm happy right now, I'm not angry, not angry at all, and it would be best if you don't make me angry in the future."
By the time Chen Feng left with Meriya, swaying flamboyantly, Odinman had collapsed into a pile of mush, beyond help, as the saying goes, the honest fear the brutal, the brutal fear the ruthless, the ruthless fear the mad, the mad fear those who have nothing to lose, and those with nothing to lose fear the insane... and Chen Feng was that insane one.
