Peter shook his head in resignation; Allen really seemed addicted to being mistreated. He could easily dominate and be a king of the mountain, yet here he was, posing as some lovelorn Romeo. Now, he couldn't even be bothered to speak his mind. Let things be what they will; when his leg gets crippled again, Peter would be relieved of his worries.
Allen's face remained grim throughout the journey. In his hand, he caressed a jade pendant, his gaze only tender when he looked at it.
"Hey Allen, where did you get that jade pendant? Let me take a look." Peter had long known that Allen had such a treasured item, but he'd never taken a close look.
With a cold glance, Allen hung the pendant around his neck, placing it right over his heart.
Peter smirked, "Look at how stingy you are."
"But Allen, don't say I didn't warn you—your leg isn't strong enough to handle this kind of strain. If you don't want it completely ruined, you'd better leave as soon as possible," Peter said seriously.
