Zhou Yu did not answer him, but handed over the medicine Chen Feihu had sent to Lu Kun.
"Drink this."
Lu Kun looked at the medicine soup in Zhou Yu's hand and he said with a scornful laugh,
"Kid, after all this beating around the bush, don't you just want to kill me?"
"Why go through all this trouble? Just attack me directly."
Zhou Yu said indifferently,
"Since you're not afraid of death, are you afraid of drinking this?"
"Or are you just putting on a tough act for me, hoping I'll let you go because you're a brave man?"
"If that's what you think, I advise you not to be naive."
"You…" Lu Kun was so angry at Zhou Yu's words that he trembled all over.
He forced a bitter laugh.
"Enough!"
"I never imagined, Lu Kun, having been glorious all my life, would end up dying at the hands of such a shameless junior like you."
"Such is fate, I suppose."
With that, he took the medicine soup from Zhou Yu's hand and gulped it down in one go.
Crack!
