Li Yuejin chuckled, "If people don't mess with us, we won't mess with them. When facing bandits who come at us, our counterattack isn't robbery; it's self-defense!"
He strode ahead to catch up with Liang Yuan, leaving Li Qinghua and the other two with expressions shifting unpredictably behind him.
Zhou Qingming couldn't resist cursing, "Isn't this still survival of the fittest..."
"Old Zhou!" Li Qinghua sharply rebuked.
Lin Wan snorted, "Cut it out, they're stronger than you now..."
Zhou Qingming was left speechless.
While talking, they had already reached the riverbank.
Liang Yuan turned back to look at the three of them and said, "You three, find a way to keep up."
The three were taken aback, and in the next moment, saw Liang Yuan grab Li Yuejin with one hand. Then, with a sudden boom, flames erupted beneath his feet.
Two fire wheels instantly appeared under his soles.
Before the three could react, Liang Yuan and Li Yuejin vanished from sight.
