"Ah!"
Jiang Feng let out a miserable cry.
Clutching his shoulder, he staggered backward.
Pleading, he said, "Captain Li, your claw almost tore my shoulder off. Thank you for holding back."
"Well..."
Captain Li was stunned for a moment. Even if he was foolish, he understood Jiang Feng was giving him a way out, genuinely unwilling to make an enemy of him—it was Li himself who had been pressing aggressively, insisting on causing trouble for Jiang Feng.
So he quickly put down his hand and laughed, "Prison Chief Jiang's strength is not weak; I concede, I concede. We're working together now, so we're like family.
You just started your post on the third floor today; I ought to hold a banquet at Fengyue Building to welcome you and wish you well. I hope Prison Chief Jiang won't refuse."
"Of course, let's drink plenty tonight."
Jiang Feng knew Li Minhe was making friendly overtures—how could he decline?
