Right now, everyone felt that Leng Bing was done for.
Actual treason, plus selling off Zhang Beixing's cultivation technique—either one of those alone would be enough to make him spit on by millions.
Put the two together.
Everyone present couldn't help shifting their gaze to Zhang Beixing, who was standing off to the side.
With this guy like this, why did Zhang Beixing still let him join The Ninth Bureau, and even make him a squad captain?
Just because he became a Great Grandmaster?
"You don't deserve to come back to Great Xia!"
This was the first sentence after the silence.
The voice was filled with anger.
Just from that tone and attitude, you could already be sure this big brother absolutely wasn't some planted shill.
He was really pissed.
Zhang Beixing stayed silent; sure enough, what he was worried about had happened.
Leng Bing's plan was obviously a gamble; tearing open his own wound like this might not bring understanding, but disgust instead.
