Uncle Long's face was somewhat unsightly, coupled with a sense of being caught between gain and loss.
He vaguely felt that Zhang Yang still had things he was hiding from him.
But at this point, even if there was something, he was powerless to do anything about it.
After losing his martial arts, Uncle Long only felt that the goals he pursued before had vanished like a dream in the moment.
"Forget it, I'm too tired to argue with you about these things."
"In any case, you've saved my life."
"Being able to live like a normal person might be the best outcome for me."
As Uncle Long said this, he subconsciously glanced at the brother who had been through thick and thin with him.
No matter what, this brother was impossible to betray him.
As the saying goes, bystanders see things clearly, and for this reason, even if Uncle Long was a bit regretful, he knew better than to say more.
