As he spoke passionately, Zhao Feilong took off his coat, lifted his sweater, and revealed a long, horrifying scar on his back.
"Back then, the doctor said that if there was just a bit more force behind that blow, I'd be reporting to the King of Hell."
Zhao Feilong's expression was fierce and grim, "I will return this cut sooner or later! For myself, for those brothers, Ma Jixiong must die!"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Once we find Ma Jixiong, do what you want, I won't stop you. But as your friend, I need to tell you this: killing is against the law. Sure, it'll feel great when you do it, but once you calm down, you'll realize it's not worth it. He's already a man at the end of his rope. Trading your life for his, it's obvious who's losing out."
"Feilong, I think this young man is right."
The restaurant owner came over, carrying two plates, and picked up Zhao Feilong's coat, helping him put it on.
