A hint of anger flashed in Cao Feng's eyes, followed by a profound sense of sorrow.
He raised his glass, downed it in one gulp, and spat out a single word: "Dead."
Zhao Chi froze, entirely unprepared for this news.
Shi Juan had been one of Cao Feng's lackeys. However, her appearance was ordinary, and he had never harbored any feelings for her. Even though she didn't have any matches during the last Rookie Tournament, she had still run over to cheer for him. To think it would end like this.
Cao Feng let out a long sigh and held out his glass. "Yang Xiong."
Yang Xiong poured him a drink. Cao Feng downed it in another single gulp, then slammed his fist heavily against the table.
"It's those Alien Race bastards, fuck..."
"I'm sorry," Zhao Chi said solemnly. "I didn't know. Were you two already...?"
Cao Feng offered a bitter smile.
"No. It would have been better if we were actually together.
"To be honest, Shi Juan wasn't my type.
