"Doing your best? What does doing your best even mean? Senior Brother, how certain are you?" Lu Mingfei asked with a sarcastic smile. "Ten percent? Twenty percent? What if you do your best and still end up dead? Then you'll be off the hook, leaving the rest of us bawling at your funeral? Satisfied with leaving behind a legacy like 'The brave Lionheart Society president died in the prime of his youth'?"
Though he often spouted nonsense and was fully leveled up in his skill for mockery, Lu Mingfei rarely showed this side of himself to Chu Zihang. Yet at this moment, every word he used toward Chu Zihang was laced with extreme biting sarcasm, as if he were trying to provoke him.
Yet Chu Zihang was not provoked. His emotions were as calm as stagnant water. Over the span of seven years, he was long past being that hot-tempered, irritable child who looked upon everything displeasing with a cold eye. Chu Zihang knew that in this world, many people smiled in your face simply because you had interests they could profit from by buttering you up; others might constantly spout nonsense, but they genuinely cared about you.
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