"Xiaozeng, you just saw it for yourself. That Chen Ping'an is nothing more than an ordinary guy who got lucky. His character, methods, spirit, courage—there's nothing commendable about him at all. Why are you being so polite to him!"
After Chen Ping'an left, the group walked back toward the Nanquan Alley Town Patrol Office. Cheng Yuan turned to Zeng Jihe, his face full of disdain.
"That's right, Xiaozeng. I think you should just join the two of us. The three of us can work together to isolate him!"
Zhao Hu chimed in to back him up. To be honest, when Zheng Shiyong had tried to win him over yesterday, he had been a little intimidated. He only reluctantly agreed out of respect for Constable Zheng. But after today's encounter, all of his reservations had completely vanished.
It was just as Cheng Yuan said: he was nothing but an ordinary guy who got shit-lucky. He hadn't even reached the Entry Level of the Martial Dao!
