Watching the raging flames burn, Abbas also began to go mad. The humiliation he had suffered before and the pain coming from the wounds now—none of it mattered anymore.
His enemy, the hated Xiang Yu, would perish in the blaze. At the same time, he wanted Wang Xiao to see that his newly appointed deputy leader could be killed so easily by Abbas himself. What could he do about it?
This was a catharsis, a thrill after exacting personal revenge on his enemy.
"Ha ha... see this? This is what happens when you cross me," Abbas shouted loudly.
Many people around were pulling Abbas to leave quickly, but he still showed no intention of moving. He seemed to enjoy watching the fierce flames.
At this time, many people had already started running toward the area. But when they saw it was Xiang Yu's house, everyone wore an expression of schadenfreude; no one attempted to put out the fire.
Some even turned off their lights and pretended to sleep when they saw it was Xiang Yu's house.
