Afu had just stepped out of the courtyard when Mad Blade and Fan Yi rushed over.
Yang Fei grabbed Mad Blade by the collar.
"So, Uncle has been with you all this time. Why didn't you say anything?"
Mad Blade cried out in distress.
"You know what kind of temper Uncle has. If he wanted to avoid you, what could I have done?"
"If we angered him, Fan Yi and I would be in trouble."
Though Yang Fei was dissatisfied, he knew Mad Blade was telling the truth and decided to let it go.
He recounted the news that Old Lady Wu reported this morning.
Mad Blade's eyes widened as he clenched his fists.
"The bastards are provoking us right under our noses. They're asking for death!"
Though Fan Yi was usually calm, he also snorted upon hearing Yang Fei's words.
"Ever since the Evil Dragon Squad fell, these scum really think the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions has no one left."
"Instructor, what should we do?"
Yang Fei coldly replied, "What else, an eye for an eye, blood for blood!"
