"Ah... no, that's not right. Your brothers didn't suffer; they were liberated.
As for you...
Where on earth did Zhang Xiong go!!!"
While talking, Zhou Tao suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Cai Jiang over.
The unpredictable nature of his mood was truly startling.
As Cai Jiang rolled on the ground, the movement aggravated his arrow wound. A sweet, metallic taste filled his throat, and blood continuously spilled from the corners of his mouth.
By now, he knew that panicking was of no use, so he burst into reckless laughter.
Seeing Cai Jiang's reaction, Zhou Tao narrowed his eyes slightly. "What are you laughing at?"
"Worthy of being Two-Faced Asura; today, I truly experienced it."
Two-Faced Asura was a nickname given to Zhou Tao by others. Initially, it was a sarcastic nickname made by those close to him due to his unpredictable mood, but the word Asura sounded imposing and the nickname spread even more widely.
