Ma Chao's unwavering gaze of death didn't make Zhang Fei feel awkward; instead, he excitedly said, "See, see, I knew he would be fine. Look at him now, isn't his spirit great, even blowing out a puff of black smoke."
At that moment, Ma Chao's heart was once again set on becoming stronger. With the steely eyes of a dead fish, he stared at Zhang Fei, swearing that one day he would strike Zhang Fei to this state.
Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong, and Xuu Chu were all speechless. Zhang Fei's thick skin remained unchanged from before, bullying a kid and refusing to admit it.
"Uh, Zilong, are you sure Meng Qi is okay?" Feeling the disdainful gazes from the people around directed at Zhang Fei, and hearing those long sighs, Chen Xi didn't hear any signs of excessive concern for Ma Chao.
"Don't worry, isn't he still alive? As long as he's alive, there will be no problem." Zhang Fei was very optimistic, "His physical quality is still very good."
