Gu Shaocheng let out a frustrated breath, stood up, tidied his clothes, and looked at the dead man on the ground, unable to resist kicking him a couple more times.
Bai Wuqing snorted gleefully and finally walked in, also giving Nan Baihao a kick: "Let me see if he's dead."
Nan Baihao didn't move at all.
Bai Wuqing's lips curled into a smile, and he said to the guards outside the door, "Get a couple of people, find a place and bury the body - anywhere is fine."
Gu Shaocheng had already returned to his seat, pressing a hand to his forehead.
Nan Baihao heard this, jumped up suddenly, and rubbed his thigh that was throbbing with pain, "Second Brother, you're so disloyal, is there not a shred of brotherhood left? At least find a good feng shui spot, give me a luxurious coffin, and host a lavish funeral, right?"
Really, none of them are loyal; what kind of brothers have I befriended?
