Wei Chen glanced at Max, who was lying on the floor, exhausted. He then tossed a bottle of healing pills to Dream Butterfly, who caught it midair.
"That's the healing pills, Yu'er. Feed it to him," Wei Chen said, then shifted his attention toward the barbaric man.
The barbaric man felt a chill from Wei Chen's gaze. The ominous and threatening feeling he had honed through long years of life and death struggles warned him.
This man was someone he should not have provoked.
Wei Chen took a deep breath to press his anger down. Yes, he was not trying to calm it, only suppress it so it would not interfere with his judgment.
Then, a sentence slipped from his lips.
"I'll make you into dog food."
The barbaric man wanted to retort, or even shout back with fake bravado like he usually did to save face.
But nothing came out. It was not because he did not want to, but because…
