C32 Zhang Cun

"Follow you?" Kong Qing feigned astonishment, swiftly gesturing with his hands before standing up, patting down his hemp pants.

"Will following you get me meat?" Kong Qing scoffed with disdain.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed Zhang Cun rising to his feet as well.

"No slave from District 14 has ever defied me, Zhang Cun!"

Ignoring Zhang Cun's boastful claim