"Kid, if you have any last words, it's best to take care of them now. Otherwise, when the old man strikes, you won't have the chance to speak!" Yang Wei's face revealed a cold and ruthless chill. Zhou Wendong's earlier words had already invisibly offended his most sensitive nerve.
Zhou Wendong didn't know that Yang Wei, although an expert at the Early Stage of Virtual Energy, really wasn't very good in that area. His wife chose to divorce him thirty years ago because she couldn't bear living like a widow, and that has been a lifelong knot in his heart.
"Heh, the one who should be leaving last words is you, you old fossil!" Zhou Wendong sneered coldly. He didn't take Yang Wei seriously at all; someone with merely the strength of the Early Stage of Virtual Energy didn't put any pressure on him.