"You've been with Zhu Hong for so long, don't you know anything? Chu Huaiyang, don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Chu Huaiyang smiled bitterly, "Even if you kill me, it won't help. I really don't know. You saw it just now, Zhu Hong ditched me and ran for his life on his own. Do you think I'd still cover for such a heartless person?"
Hearing this, Ling Chen couldn't help but nod. He had just witnessed Zhu Hong's ruthlessness, abandoning even his own companion for his safety.
"Beison, are you all okay?" Ling Chen asked with concern, looking at the approaching Beison.
"We're fine, just took a few punches, nothing serious."
"That's good. Help me escort him back." Ling Chen pointed at Chu Huaiyang and instructed.
After cleaning the battlefield, Ling Chen returned to the third-floor room with a few people. Upon entering, he saw Song Mingzhe lying on the floor, blood all over his mouth. Surprisingly, his vitality was tough; even after such severe injuries, he was still breathing.
