"Third Young Master is buying us time," Feiyu's eyes were tense as he glanced at the scene on the screen, his expression burnt with urgency. He floored the pedal, speeding up the mountain in a huge truck.
Ilid, who was carefully putting on a helmet beside him, glanced at the screen and couldn't help shaking his head:
"Gu Yan is pitiful. King is always a venomous tongue, both mean and nasty. Arguing with him, you'd get infuriated to death. Because he's the master at poking right where it hurts the most, throwing you into mental disarray and rage, trapping you completely in his verbal snares, without you even realizing."
"Serves him right, the despicable Gu Yan. After we rescue Ye Lu, we'll settle the score with him harshly for daring to harm Third Young Master like this," Feiyu fumed with anger.
