บท 1983: Yan Di's Great Method (3)

With that said, Zhanye turned around to leave. Shile stretched out his tiger claws and pulled back Zhanye who was trying to run away.

"Are you still a man? Why are you being so wishy-washy like a woman? I asked you to deliver food, not to confess. Why are you so shy?" Shile wanted to slap Zhanye to death. Where did his usual momentum go? Had the domineering aura when he beat Naken been eaten by pigs?

"Confess… I… I didn't…" Zhanye had a crying face and just stuttered.

The word 'confess' was like a cat's claw that gently scratched his heart, making it itch.

"…" This fellow had misheard the main point!!!

"Deliver food with your status as the leader of the Flaming Red Squad! You can't let Mentor Yan Di starve!" Shile was speechless. This blockhead really couldn't be taught no matter what.

"Yes!!" Zhanye immediately became spirited. Mentor Yan Di was already tired from the journey. How could he let her starve?