Guan Yu did not catch up. Although some people ran, there were many others left. There were still sixty or seventy people standing and lying down.

Guan Yu strolled to Chen Maosheng and looked down at each other. Chen Maosheng had practised some temper in recent days. Anyway, his legs had been discarded and he was disabled. He shouted angrily, "Grass mud horse, you useless waste, spend money to feed you all. Give me a fight."

"I'll let you call, I'll let you go." Guan Yu's ruthless way is not idle.

Chen Maosheng now regrets being afraid. He regrets that he doesn't know the world is too thick. Can the...