He was sizing up the short figure in the air with a mirthless smile.
"Squad Leader... Your subordinate... your subordinate has failed..."
Dangling from Yu Qiantong's grasp, Li Qianlang felt the man's unconcealed Innate pressure and trembled all over, struggling to apologize for his failure.
Yu Qiantong glanced at him, his eyes cold. He casually tossed him back onto the deck of the pirate ship like a piece of trash, then turned his gaze to the Yang Family's merchant ship, finally locking onto Chen Sheng.
His lips peeled back into a cruel, twisted smile. His voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"Chen... Sheng..."
In all fairness, Yu Qiantong had not actually wanted to intervene personally.
If he could have subdued Chen Sheng without a fight, or if both sides had simply minded their own business, that would have been the best course of action.
But alas, the man didn't know what was good for him and had brazenly struck down one of his men.
