"Ready to die, are you?"
Jiang Xinghai stared at Wang Enkui, a faint smile playing on his lips as he shook his head. With a single kick, he sent the man stumbling over to Shen Zhengye. "Uncle, this is the man who crippled your Dantian three years ago, causing your health to deteriorate ever since. Now, you can give him a taste of his own medicine."
"I... GASP..."
Shen Zhengye, who had been sitting calmly in the Grandmaster's Chair, now had a fiery look in his eyes.
'Everything that had happened since he followed Jiang Xinghai into the Wang residence had far exceeded his expectations.'
"Jiang, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Shen Zhengye slowly rose from the Grandmaster's Chair, glaring daggers at Wang Enkui. "You old bastard, you never imagined you'd see this day, did you!"
"Shen Zhengye, you're nothing but a cripple! Don't you dare dream of crippling me!"
Wang Enkui put on a defiant front, his eyes filled with contempt.
