Cheng Weiyue meant a lot to Zhou Jingwei.
"Greedy for more? I really like this phrase," Zhou Jingwei slowly walked up to Li Zhao, his smile in his eyes indifferent.
He looked at Zhao Hanchen, but without hesitation, he stepped on Li Zhao's shoulder, forcing him to lie on his back on the ground.
On the floor were shards of glass just made by Zhao Hanchen, which stabbed directly into Li Zhao's flesh. His pain made him scream miserably, a sound that sent chills down anyone's spine.
Zhou Jingwei then stopped smiling, his toes grinding inch by inch on Li Zhao's shoulder, watching the blood spread before he said indifferently to the pale-faced Zhao Hanchen, "This is what it means to be greedy for more."
After speaking, he lifted his foot and spared the already unconscious Li Zhao, smiling elegantly.
The atmosphere among the four of them was eerily tense.