"Y-Y-You…"
Sun Jiaping's eyes filled with terror, completely overwhelmed by Jiang Xinghai's aura. "D-Don't kill me. I can be your dog, just please, spare my life…"
"My dogs need to be loyal. You, clearly, are incapable of that." Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Xinghai unleashed another wave of energy with a flick of his wrist.
BOOM!
Sun Jiaping had just been about to kneel and beg for mercy when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
Crimson blood sprayed into the air. He felt his breathing hitch, his mind grew dizzy, and clutching his ruptured neck with both hands, he finally collapsed powerlessly to the ground.
"How disgusting."
Just then, Leng Ning walked over gracefully and took Jiang Xinghai's arm. "I was hoping for a quiet lunch, but these people had to spoil the mood."
"Still have an appetite?" Jiang Xinghai asked, leading Leng Ning calmly down the stairs.
"Of course. How else am I going to get my strength back?"
"Let's find another place. I'm starving, too."
