"Qin Wudao, how can this lowly man become number one?" Ning Sui Feng clenched his fists, the thought a furious roar in his heart. The man he despised was now leading the pack, leaving him far behind, fueling his boundless jealousy and murderous intent. Qin Wudao, you won't amount to much! No matter how high or dazzling you stand now, you're doomed to fall harder and end up a pathetic creature in the mud!
A moment later, Ning Sui Feng's lips curved into a slight smile, devoid of any anger. What am I doing? Am I actually jealous of someone who's about to become a mere slave? Ridiculous! No matter how strong Qin Wudao is, his brilliance will be fleeting!
