บท 1656: The More Pitiful, The Better

Zhu Ying wanted to borrow the power of his family to deal with Su Mo. However, he was unable to do so.

Firstly, the Zhu Family disagreed to his request. After all, in a place like the Red Dragon Camp, being defeated by another was completely normal.

Secondly, Su Mo had the support of the Eighth Prince and he was unordinary.

Nonetheless, Zhu Ying was vengeful and, in his opinion, he thought that Su Mo had purposely slapped him to humiliate him.

His heart boiled with rage the moment his eyes met Su Mo's. As raging fires boiled in him, the killing intent surged out of him.

"Ying'er, what's wrong?"

Among the two young men who had followed Zhu Ying into the garden, one wore a purple robe and had a cold face. Looking at Zhu Ying's abnormal behavior, he curiously asked.

The other young man was burly and he wore a yellow robe. Similarly, his face was stone-hard and upsetting.