Xue Changkong glared at him viciously, "Zhou Bei, are you scared? Or are you unwilling to take him down? Don't forget, you've already betrayed him. That day in the mountain stronghold, he didn't care about old ties and even wanted to kill you."
Zhou Bei looked ahead indifferently as the convoy traveled over mountains, pushing forward in the dusk. He remembered that day at the stronghold, Li Yeqi's gun aimed at his temple, and he said, "How would that be? Ever since I injured him in the five hundred kilometer uninhabited zone, there's been no affection between us."
"Then go kill him. If you kill the wrong person, it's on me."
Zhou Bei remained silent, his thoughts dwelling on the deaf and mute man from earlier, feeling very conflicted, "Better fewer issues than more. We've joined the Dark Web, we should act low-key. If he truly has ill intentions, he will eventually slip up."
