"Tang Zhong, we finally meet." Wu Jiang walked out with his men, a cold sneer on his face.
Tang Zhong's expression changed upon seeing the other party.
This was exactly what he didn't want to happen.
Right now, he had a strong sense of hunger in his body, and he really wasn't in the mood to fight Wu Jiang.
But Wu Jiang definitely wouldn't see it that way; he would certainly be in the mood to fight Tang Zhong.
At this moment, Wu Jiang hadn't noticed anything unusual about Tang Zhong.
All he saw was Tang Zhong seeming very afraid to fight him.
Then he remembered Tang Zhong's arrogant demeanor outside, and his smile turned even colder, "Weren't you so impressive before? Why aren't you impressive now?"
Tang Zhong looked at him and said, "You'd better stay away from me right now."
Tang Zhong didn't want to make a move.
It's not that he couldn't fight back.
But fighting right now would be particularly uncomfortable.
After all, fighting while starving is extremely unpleasant.
