The fiercer the cursing, the sharper the killing of enemies. Anyone unaware would have thought Zhao Gou and the others had received some kind of inspiring encouragement.
Even someone as expressionless as Lu Yao could not help but rage: "Zhou Chuan, you bastard!"
Zhou Chuan lay comfortably on his side, drinking wine and eating meat, treating the fierce battle unfolding before him entirely as scenery.
Chapter 39