As Meng Xinian's mocking voice drifted back from outside, Ding Haijing suddenly leaped up like a carp flipping in the water, his temples throbbing.
"Meng Xinian! You, a respectable Great Officer, actually launched a sneak attack!"
How could he have known that even when Meng Xinian was holding Chiang Xiao's hand, he would attack by surprise?
Meng Xinian snorted, "Who told you that being an Officer means you can't launch a sneak attack? Ding Haijing, I didn't know you were so naive. Also, I'm a bit concerned about your alertness."
Ding Haijing gnashed his teeth.
What's wrong with his alertness?
His alertness was always for other people; he never guarded against him!
Trusting Meng Xinian, was that his mistake?
No doubt about it, Wei Yixi had once told him that those who didn't know Meng Xinian well might find him cold, serious, and stern, his methods ruthless. But in reality, the man had a rogue and ruffian streak deep down.
Now he had truly witnessed it for himself.
