"Chen Wen! What do you think you're doing!"
Watching Chen Wen continually dragging his camel forward, Feng Zhong cursed under his breath and was about to step in to stop him.
Seeing this, Chen Wen decisively pulled the reins tight and stopped in his tracks.
Before Feng Zhong could speak.
Those sharp eyes of Chen Wen's met Feng Zhong's directly.
Devoid of any emotion, only ruthless sharpness!
Seeing such eyes, Feng Zhong's heart suddenly panicked, some unpleasant memories instantly surged in his mind.
He instinctively took a step back, but somehow felt this action was a bit embarrassing.
Feng Zhong wanted to step forward again, but upon reconsidering Chen Wen's methods...
Seeing Feng Zhong lift his feet several times in place, Chen Wen was momentarily stunned.
What the hell?
What kind of start is this?
Brazilian war dance warm-up?
