Winters was indeed smiling then, but at this moment, Winters fell into silence.
The atmosphere gradually grew colder, and Little Lion couldn't help but wrap his clothes more tightly around himself.
Bard waited patiently.
"Bard, why did you have to speak to me like this?" Winters's eyes were filled with pain, "Why did you have to tell me in such a manner?"
"Shouldn't you just punch me hard and say directly, 'You are going against the current now and nobody dares to correct you! Sooner or later you are going to be ruined'?" Winters felt genuinely upset, he even felt a sense of betrayal and anger.
This emotion had been building up in his heart for a long time: "Am I some kind of dictator or tyrant? Are you my vassal, my subordinate? You are my classmate, my friend, my brother in arms! Even you need to beat around the bush to say these things? What's going on? Don't you trust me anymore? Can a little power really change a person like this?"