"My head's pounding right now—can you stop pacing in front of me?" Fa Zheng said to Zhang Fei, who was darting back and forth, visibly annoyed.
"I'm even more annoyed! That bastard Xiahou Yuan actually dared to order me around. Who gave him the guts?" Zhang Fei said, looking up with a stormy face.
"Didn't I tell you to just stab him with the Serpent Spear? He's not Marquis Wenn; what's there to be scared of?" Fa Zheng retorted irritably.
"Report! Enemy general Xiahou Yuan is here to demand the hostage!" At that moment, a messenger soldier burst in.
"See? I've been saying all along you should've just killed Xiahou Yuan. For that woman, he's been here eight times today!" Fa Zheng said in exasperation. Obviously, even a blind person could tell Zhang Fei was developing feelings for Xiahou Juan.
