Hua Muyang saw those people on the square whose faces were flickering with sullen anger and suddenly understood the meaning hidden in Xiao Zheng's words just now. His heart suddenly grew cold.
As Xiao Zheng said, there are no absolute fools in this world, and there are many smart people. Just now, when he directed the spearhead at Xiao Zheng himself, he made these people understand that he couldn't possibly answer Xiao Zheng's sharp questions.
After all, if he could answer head-on, why would he turn to attack Xiao Zheng, throwing dirt on him?
This means that everything he did before was completely defeated under this foolish personal attack!
"Evil God... how insidious you are!" Hua Muyang pointed at Xiao Zheng with quivering lips and shouted.
"Hehe."
Xiao Zheng merely sneered coldly.
This kind of accusation might be more suitable placed on Hua Muyang himself.
