Jiang Cheng felt his self-esteem was seriously undermined.
"If a tiger doesn't show its might, do you think I'm a sick cat?"
"The Black Exhaust Group isn't my enemy, so I didn't act against you. But if you keep pushing, aren't you just an old man hanging himself, seeking trouble? Aren't you just looking for death with a lantern? Aren't you asking for it by bringing a big knife onto the latrine?"
Even when Jiang Cheng ventured into the Black Exhaust Headquarters, his mindset was merely to find the Little Flaming Crow, as long as the enemy didn't go too far. Everyone should leave some space for future encounters.
Unexpectedly, the Black Group didn't recognize kindness, not only kidnapping his disciple's pet but also setting a trap with escalated intentions to harm his female disciple.
This was too much! It was so excessive that even Jiang Cheng couldn't endure it. When he saw his female disciple staggering toward their enemies, his heart ached with sadness and rage.
