Zhou Xing hurriedly hauled Zhang Tianlun out.

But Feng Qizheng stepped up and grabbed Zhang Tianlun by the ankle.

Now Zhou Xing couldn't budge him.

He threw his whole body into it, pulling with everything he had.

Feng Qizheng watched him, grinning. He sat on the windowsill with one hand around Zhang Tianlun's ankle and the other leaning on his rebar, enjoying the sight of Zhou Xing straining every muscle. "Pull, then," he jeered. "Haven't you eaten?"

Zhou Xing was fine, but Zhang Tianlun wasn't... It felt like his leg was about to be torn off, and he howled.

"Stop, stop..."

Zhang Tianlun shrieked in pain.

Feng Qizheng said, "Oh," and let go.

Zhou Xing was pulling with all his might and never expected Feng Qizheng to let go. He went tumbling over backward, dragging Zhang Tianlun with him, and the two of them rolled across the ground like gourds.

Zhang Tianlun was soft and delicate. The fall left him dizzy and seeing stars, his head split and bleeding, and he cursed in fury. "You idiot, I told you to let go..."

He'd been telling Zhou Xing to let go, but Feng Qizheng had let go first.

Zhang Tianlun never got to finish. Zhou Xing slapped the rest of the words back down his throat.

Smack, smack, smack!!!

One slap wasn't enough for Zhou Xing, so he went at him forehand and backhand.

A dozen-odd full-force slaps left Zhang Tianlun's cheeks swollen, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, his head spinning and his ears ringing.

"Pah! You still think you're the emperor?"

Zhou Xing spat in Zhang Tianlun's face.

He had only protected Zhang Tianlun before for the sake of wealth and rank.

Now that Zhang Tianlun had fallen into Ning Chen's hands and couldn't even save his own life, he obviously couldn't give Zhou Xing any wealth or rank, so there was no reason to serve him anymore.

It took Zhang Tianlun a long while to come to his senses. He glared at Zhou Xing. "You, you... You dare hit this emperor? This emperor will wipe out…