"Despicable, shameless, filthy!" Watching the beauties ride away, Shen Qiang's mocking smile flashed across his mind, leaving Zong Zijin fuming: "Is there no justice? Is there no fairness? My little junior sister, my fiancée, Shen Qiang took them all away, and left me alone in this godforsaken place?"
"How could you be so petty! It's just a meal, right? How much rice could I eat of yours! Shen Qiang, you bastard, just wait, if I don't make you the scum of young junior sister's eyes, I'll take your name as mine!"
Once again thwarted by his own cleverness, Zong Zijin stood at the deserted street corner, cursing.
But halfway through his rant, he suddenly realized something was amiss.
Turning around, he saw the group of cultivators who had been struck by Shen Qiang's super Thermophilic Streptococcus, crouching in the small grove, too afraid to come out.
They were looking jaundiced and haggard, but their gazes at Zong Zijin were startlingly intense.
