Zhou Li was about to pull his hair out from frustration.
He couldn't tell, absolutely couldn't tell.
He suspected that the Painted Skinned Sect was here just to mess with him. This group gathered together, stared at each other like wide-eyed idiots, played a round of Werewolf Killing without actually killing anyone, and just sat there like Gandhi.
Seriously, what the heck are you all trying to do?
Zhou Li was completely bewildered now; he had no idea what the Painted Skinned Sect wanted. If they were here to assassinate him, they had plenty of good chances but didn't act. Plus, Zhuge Qing was right there. With him around, who could possibly manage to kill Zhou Li?
"The only person who can kill you now must be someone very close to you, someone you wouldn't suspect, who appears utterly harmless and normal, and looks like they couldn't even kill a chicken."
