Xu Qing had his own set of principles. Previously, this person chased a giantfang shark right past him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been tempted by that shark. He had been. But he hadn’t made a move because he felt that the shark wasn’t his.

It was just like that time, so long ago, when Sergeant Thunder gave him some steamed buns to eat. He had been deeply grateful from the bottom of his heart. That said, he wouldn’t have felt it inappropriate for Sergeant Thunder to not give him those buns. Later, he treated Sergeant Thunder to some snake, and had felt fully justified in joining whole-heartedly. He had no problem wolfing down what belonged to him.

It was the same today. He had worked hard to capture that armored mackerel, had nearly killed it, and was just about to fully extract its soul. Then this person rudely jumped in and attacked the fish. It was behavior that, to Xu Qing, crossed the line. The last person who had acted this way toward Xu Qing was that young merman. If someone far stronger than him treated him in this way, he would patiently wait for the right opportunity to destroy them. But this person wasn’t that strong. And Xu Qing wasn’t feeling patient.

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