Upon hearing the fatty's words, Ye Qing immediately chuckled and said, "Why can't it be me?"
"Damn!" Handsome Fatty Wang nearly spat blood, saying, "Nothing good ever comes when I see you, you bastard! Last time, you nearly got Fat Lord killed with your schemes, and now you're here again. Fat Lord is surrounded by people because of you. Can't you bring some good luck with you? You plague, you!"
"Seems like you really don't want to see me, so I'll be on my way then." Ye Qing grabbed the rope and was about to climb up.
"No, no, no…" Handsome Fatty Wang hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands. In this situation, if Ye Qing ran off now, wouldn't they be dead for sure?
Ye Qing said, "Why not? You've already said, I'm a plague. If I stay here any longer, I'll be dragging all of you down to death."
