Seriously, god damn it!
Ai Hui inwardly roared with anger, as if there were several wild beasts trampling about.
He seldom had such a tenuous grasp over his self-control, but today, he truly wanted to use a brick and pound it into Duanmu Huanghun’s face.
He controlled his urges, but only by forcibly restraining himself.
He told himself that if Duanmu Huanghun were to sustain injuries, he wouldn’t be able to receive compensation. If he could have killed him, he would have already taken action. If he could not kill him, then there was no point in beating him up. Hence, he restrained himself.
In the Wilderness, telling someone, “Since you saved me, I owe you a favor” would result only in impending death. No one knew if you would live to see the next day. By saying “I owe you a favor,” not only would nobody rescue you in the future, you could also be killed that very night. In such an environment, a favor was very much worthless.
Trying to reap more than you sow?
