In times of crisis, so-called sworn brothers prove themselves to be devoid of any humanity.
Jia Tianfeng sneered, "Harry Peng, don't lecture us. When Mingxing Crown Prince was killed earlier, none of us saw you making a move either. The wise adapt to the times. Ling Xiao is stronger than all of us—that much is clear. But you made a foolish decision, so you can't blame us for that."
"That's right. You made the mistake; there's no reason for us to take the blame for you."
Kong Ming nodded in agreement.
"Cowards! Traitors!"
Harry Peng could only roar, "If I, Harry Peng, survive today, I will kill you both!"
While the three of them snapped at each other like rabid dogs, Ling Xiao watched coldly from the sidelines. This was what they called sworn brothers?
They were nothing more than a band of hangers-on, bound together when there was profit to be gained, ready to scatter as soon as trouble arose.
